“Hon? What is it?” Stephen’s voice was full of worry.

“Our son informs me that he was photographed the other day in the park by a man in a silly hat.” She tried to remain calm, but her tone carried an edge of urgency.

“A funny hat?”
“Yes. Like he was intending to capture a child’s attention.”

“At the West Nolan Park?”
“Of course! That’s where I always take him!” She gasps, “Do you think we’re being watched right now?!”

“No. Hon, calm down. I’m going to get off work in an hour, and I’ll come home and we’ll talk to Kyle and we’ll straighten this all out.”
“Okay. Bye.”
“Bye, Hon.”

She paced around the house, not comfortable sitting, and not able to concentrate on tasks.

“Hon?” Stephen’s voice rang through the house, and with it, she sighed relief and almost ran to him.

“Here’s your birthday gift.”
“But, Stephen, we need to talk with Kyle!”
“Open this first, I insist.”

She looked at him for assurance, then tore the paper off a digital picture frame, the images flashed.

There was Kyle at the park.