“Dear Finder,” it began, “if you’re reading this, please help me. My name is Emily. I’m ten years old, and I need someone to save me. I think I’m in danger. My parents take me to dark, scary places.
I’m not allowed to have friends, and I spend most days locked in my room. They say it’s for my own good, but I’m scared. Please, find me. Tell the police.”
Michael’s hands trembled as he reread the note, his mind racing with questions. Who was Emily? Why had she chosen a doll to carry her message? What kind of danger was she truly in? He knew he couldn’t just walk away and leave this plea for help buried among the refuse. His own difficult past had taught him to recognize the signs of desperation, and this note had all the hallmarks.
