In 2016, I was working as a security guard in a residential complex.
A homeowner’s ten-year-old daughter vanished from her bedroom under bizarre circumstances.
On the rumpled bedsheets, all that remained was a pair of bloodstained underwear.
The police and all of us searched for her with everything we had, but we found no leads at all.
Then I remembered a fairy tale the girl had once told us about when she was playing in the complex.
It was called the “Tooth Fairy.” Years later, I got married and had a child of my own.
When my kid reached the age of losing baby teeth, my wife told her a bedtime story.
And once again, I heard the words “Tooth Fairy.” Startled, I asked, “Is that how the story goes?”
“Yeah.”
That night, after lying awake until dawn, I contacted the officer who had been in charge of the case back then.
“We were wrong all those years ago.”
