Shoppers, who at first had formed an orderly line, suddenly surged forward like the gush of a fire hydrant to extinguish a blaze.
I squeezed tightly but felt the small hand slip away.
My fearful shouting could not be heard.
With pounding heart beating in my head, I pushed and shoved, searching.
Images filled my head and none of them were good.
Panic mode engaged.
Then I heard, “Grandma, over here!”