Terrebonne: A grieving woman's broken soul transcends time to find healing in 1856 Louisiana

Okay let the games begin I say with clenched teeth to a God who takes more than He gives. First He took my husband and now my nine-year-old son Isaac was missing; and the antique store once full of whispering lanterns and story-telling quilts has fallen silent providing no clues as to where hes gone.But anger is a powerful thing and a mothers determination even more so. Three weeks have passed. Now standing in front of the antique store where I last saw Isaac gleefully smiling at the anticipation of what might be inside I feel the same strange force that drew us there in the first place. One step. Then two.Hang on Isaac. Moms coming.