Her footsteps came to a sudden halt!
As she looked ahead, she saw Chale Cheney!
The little guy was still wearing the black wool coat he had on when he left that morning, and underneath was the sweater she had knitted for him.
The little one was sitting on the ground, looking up at her.
Oversized dewy eyes, long black lashes, an innocent little face.
Not far from the child, there lay a body!
The kidnapper had been shot, killed with one precise shot.
Blood was everywhere, the air was filled with a dizzying scent of blood, carried everywhere by the wind.
Jasmine Yale ran over in terror, and with a burst of strength she didn't know she had, she scooped Little Chale off the ground!
She held him tightly in her arms!
Tears began to pour out, and she sobbed uncontrollably.
"Little Chale, are you okay, are you okay?" she asked anxiously.
Chale Cheney reached out with his tiny, soft fingers and wiped away Jasmine Yale's tears, his big eyes innocent and pure.
"Baby is fine."