Mom Tracks Missing Son With His Google History
The Dream Team
“Tommy has been collecting bottles while I run the financial end of things,” said Leila. “We have thirty dollars so far,” she smiled, wrenching a cry from Fiona. “Come here,” Fiona held out her hand.
As if on cue, Tommy strolled into the living room, swathed in layers of sweaters and a jacket and covered in snow. He nodded at Leila, grinning, but seemed to read the room.