As Missy approached the child....

she felt a great sense of MELANCHOLY....
There was something SO PROFOUNDLY heartbreaking about the sight of the little girl,
standing there ALONE....
There were tears in the child's eyes....
Missy squatted down in front of her...
and the child virtually RAN into her arms....SOBBING......
Missy took the note from the child's sweater....
It read simply....
"I can't take care of her anymore. Please help her. Her name is Violet."
Oh my GOD....
This was insane !!
Should she go to the store manager ?
Drive to the police precinct ?
Take her home and think about what to do ???
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