Standing across the street from the playground, John leaned against a bus stop, appearing to wait for a bus. He peered through the playground’s gate and quickly spotted Caroline, laughing on a swing, being pushed by a taller girl with long brown hair.
The girl, standing with her back to him, didn’t seem like Anna. She looked older, maybe a classmate’s sibling. Caroline looked happy and well-adjusted, she didn’t seem like someone who is struggling with making friends and becoming obsessed with an imaginary friend.