Five-Year-Old Mom Vs Evil Stepmother

Synopsis

I got my first phone at five, and ever since, strange messages have popped up daily. A stranger called me Mom. She texted again at 3 a.m. today. [Mom, I dreamed about you again. The attic was leaking, and my stepmom made me mop up the water with a tiny rag. I spent all night wiping, but it never dried. Mom, I'm freezing and starving. I miss you so much...] I tilted my head, listening to the rain outside, and replied sincerely: [Don't be scared, sweetheart. Where are you? Mommy will bring you treats!]