I Tried to Save a Boy Locked in a Car — What Happened Next Still Haunts Me (4 of 4)

One woman, he said, made it stop by going back and saying goodbye.

So I did.

In the same parking lot, under the same searing sun, I sat beside the car. Whispered, “I’m sorry I couldn’t help you.”

The air stilled.

He appeared beside me. Smiling. Warm. Real.

Then gone.

No more photos. The car vanished the next day.

Maybe it was a ghost. Maybe something stranger. All I know is — some children just need to be seen.