A three-year-old girl is missing from Merrigang playgroup. Please help look for her by checking around your house, shed, garage, boats, trailers etc.—anywhere a child might hide. Let’s find little Bella together.

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– That’s terrible, I’m sharing this right now.

– OMG—that poor family. I lost my boy in Woden Mall for a few hours and I was beside myself.

– I’m checking my property and the neighbour’s.

– Shared Watson 2602.

– She looks so sweet. She must be scared without her mum.

– I wondered why all the police were hanging around the shops. I thought it was a robbery.

– Have they checked on that paedophile in Acacia Drive?

– I think our kids do gymnastics together. Is her mum the tall one with dark hair?

– Bloody hell, too close to home!

– Which school is she at?

She’s not at school yet. She’s at playgroup still.

– I’m not letting my toddlers outside.

– I’m trying to get our Missing Persons register and awareness improved. If you can help, please PM me.

– Is she autistic? Is that why she ran away?

My autistic son is always running away. We’ve had to put in extra locks, fences and gates. I need eyes in the back of my head!

– Imogen Lawrence, is this your playgroup?

– I used to live in Merrigang—it’s a great community—please help find her.

– Bob, is that your street? Did you see anything?

I was home but no, didn’t see or hear anything. The police asked for my security camera at the front door. Very distressing.

– Kudos to the coppers. Good luck, guys!

– I went to that playgroup when I was little. I can’t believe it’s still there! Praying for Bella to be found xxx

– Do they reckon she’s been taken?

– Should we come down and help look?

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LEXIE

MARTY INSISTED THAT WE GO BACK TO PLAYGROUP AND CHECK IN WITH the police. As we came down Acacia Drive, scanning for a pink coat, two police officers were knocking on someone’s front door. Further down, another set. The sight of them in their blue-and-white uniforms made me gag again—but they also filled me with hope.

In the laneway near playgroup, Marty had to manoeuvre the Audi into a spot next to the police cars. Hauling myself out of the seat, I clung to the doorhandle. My legs were wobbling like jelly. Marty came around the car and took my arm. I shrugged him off. I needed to be strong to find my daughter. He held open the gate to the playgroup and I stared at the pull-up lock. Less than three hours ago, Bella and I had walked in here with our Florentines and our smiles. Surely she must be inside now, waving her wand and making magic.