The Bond Between Us (Anastasia and Herman) novel Chapter 603

Anastasia wasn't supposed to do any strenuous activity. Just a few steps in, and a sharp pain hit her lower abdomen.

She had to stop, clutching her belly and trying to catch her breath.

Ahead, the Peppa Pig mascot was getting further away, and she felt a pang of frustration. It was a lead she'd worked so hard to find, possibly connected to whoever had taken her daughter, Pattie.

Taking a deep breath, she whispered to her belly, "Hang in there, little one. Mommy’s going to find your sister soon."

Despite the pain, Anastasia focused on the mascot again and forced herself to keep going.

But it disappeared around a corner, and panic set in. At the crossroads, she scanned her surroundings, feeling a surge of self-blame. How could she have lost it?

"Hey, sis."

A familiar voice called from behind.

Turning around, Anastasia saw Dailey, who had managed to catch the mascot.

Overjoyed, she rushed over and confronted the person inside, "Where's my daughter? Did you take her?"

A woman's voice, slightly muffled, came from inside the costume, "Who are you people? Kidnap who? I'm no kidnapper!"

The woman inside was clearly out of breath from the chase.

Anastasia signaled Dailey to remove the mascot's head, revealing an elderly woman in her sixties—Cynthia's neighbor.

"If you didn’t take my daughter, why were you running? And why the Peppa Pig costume? Tell me the truth, or I'll take you to the police," Anastasia pressed on, her patience thinning.

The elderly lady, almost in tears, protested, "You were chasing me, so of course I ran! Why would I run if you weren’t after me? I don’t even know you. What do you want with me?"

Had they got it wrong?

Having seen the lady a few times at Cynthia’s, Anastasia recognized her despite the earlier confusion.

Sweaty and flustered, the lady hadn’t recognized Anastasia at first.

Once she realized Anastasia knew her, and thinking she was after the toy, the lady got defensive, "Seriously, you threw it away, and I picked it up. Now it's mine. It's just a toy, not worth much, and you're chasing me for it? That’s just petty."

Anastasia felt a jolt. "You found this toy?"

"Yes," the lady replied. "Cynthia threw it in the trash. I picked it up. If it’s in the trash, it’s not wanted. Once I take it, it's mine."

Hearing that Cynthia had discarded it, Anastasia was near tears, "Please, can you tell me again? Who threw the toy away? Was it really Cynthia? When did she do it? Don’t worry, I’m not asking for the toy back. I just need to know if it was Cynthia."

"Yes, Cynthia threw it away. I saw her with my own eyes. My grandson wanted it, but she refused. So stingy, she'd rather trash it than let him have it."