Page 5 of Want to Know a Secret?

As I jog back to our house, I happen to see the lights on inside the house of our new neighbors. Their white SUV—practically identical to mine, except an older model—is parked in their driveway. Just a week ago, a new family moved into the house after poor old Mrs. Kirkland passed on. I haven’t even had a chance to stop in and say hello yet.

I hesitate near their driveway, staring at the mailbox with the name Cooper etched on the side. These people are right next-door to us. Maybe they saw something. This is not the introduction I wanted to have to our new neighbors—telling them I’ve lost my son—but I’m desperate. Every moment counts at a time like this.

I race up the steps to the blue house and rap my fist against the door. My hand is shaking badly. My whole body feels like it’s buzzing. Who would do this to me? Why is somebody targeting me? This can’t possibly be about a tray of burned cookies.

After a minute or so, the door swings open. A woman in her early thirties with olive skin and dark brown hair loosely pulled back into a bun stands before me. She has a plain face, but when she smiles, dimples pucker on either cheek, which gives her a sweet, friendly appearance. There’s something strangely familiar about her, but I can’t seem to place her.

“Hello,” she says. “May I help you?”

“Hello.” My voice cracks. “Um, my name is April. I live next door…”

“Hi, April.” Her brow furrows in concern. “I’m Maria. Is everything okay?”

“No. It’s not.” My voice is shaking again, threatening to break. “My son, Bobby…”

I hear some shouting behind her, and before I can get out the rest of the sentence, my jaw drops open.

It’s Bobby. Sitting in this woman’s living room, playing with Legos with another little boy.

“Hi, Mom,” he says, like I haven’t nearly dropped dead of a stroke while looking for him. The rush of relief I feel almost knocks me off my feet.

“Bobby!” I scream.

I run over to him and drop to my knees on the floor. I don’t know whether to shake him or hug him. I do a little bit of both.

“I had no idea where you were!” I cry as I press his skinny body to my chest. “I was so scared! You scared me so much!”

And now Bobby is crying. We’re both crying and hugging each other. It’s a bit of an embarrassing display in front of the new neighbor, but I don’t care. What the hell was he doing here anyway?

“Oh my God, I am so sorry!” the woman, Maria, is saying to me. “He showed up on our front lawn and said you told him he could come over to play with Owen. I had no idea you didn’t realize he was here!”

I look up at my new neighbor, studying her expression. Her brown eyes are wide and she looks embarrassed, apologetic, and almost tearful. She certainly doesn’t look like a psychopath who just sent me a threatening text message and stole my son out of my backyard for a playdate. I don’t think there’s any chance of that.

I do believe Bobby might get it into his head to wander out of our backyard. Anyway, he and I are going to have a very long talk tonight. After I spend the rest of the day covering him in hugs and kisses.

I shoot off a quick text to Elliot: Found him. He was at the neighbor’s house.

Elliot’s response comes a second later: Told you. Going to work now.

How could Elliot not even want to see Bobby after he thought he was missing? I don’t understand men at all.

“You must have been worried sick,” Maria says. She gets it, at least. “I can only imagine!”

I struggle back to my feet, wiping tears from my eyes. “At least he was safe the whole time.”

“Absolutely!” Maria offers me a smile, which makes me want to hug her. This woman found my baby. God knows where he would have ended up if he didn’t come here. “And he had such a good time with Owen. Poor Owen doesn’t have any friends in the neighborhood yet. I would be happy to have Bobby over again, with your permission, of course.”

I’m not sure about that. After this, I may have to duct tape Bobby to my right leg. It might be challenging to do my show, but viewers would understand. April’s Sweet Secrets—now with a screaming second-grader in every episode!

“That would be nice,” I finally say. And I mean it. “By the way, I’m so sorry we haven’t managed to connect yet. I was meaning to stop by in the next day or two.”

Maria waves a hand. “No worries! It’s so busy with school starting soon...”

“Yes, us too! It’s been crazy, hasn’t it?”

“Well,” Maria says, “now that you’re here, would you like to have some coffee while the boys play? Get off your feet?”

I shift in my flats. My right foot is throbbing. “That would be nice. Thanks.”