It’s the wafting scent of donuts from Conroy’s Bakery that forever reminds me of Helen Wilson. There was almost no traffic on the street as I walked the few blocks from my freshman college dorm through the Nebraska wintery cold to clear my head.

It was a mother's worst nightmare. I had forgotten my 5-yr-old daughter’s most precious possession. We always had Teddy in the car—to kindergarten, from kindergarten, to karate, to the doctor's office, to church.