N and I went for a walk in the upper-class neighborhood across the road tonight. It was dark, and the streets were empty, so we were surprised to see a man carrying a child in his arms. The man looked unsure of where he was going but we didn’t think to interfere, which in hindsight turned out to be a mistake.
About half an hour later we came across a young man who told us his Dad had taken his little sister and disappeared with her. Now the brother, the mother and an elder sister were running around the neighborhood, looking for the child.
We pointed the young man in the direction where we’d last seen the father. It turned out that the man was a heavy drinker, which is why everybody was so worried about the little girl he’d taken away.
Now we feel guilty for failing to interfere when we first saw the man and the child.
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