“Can I… can I stay with him until his parents are found?” I asked, the words tumbling out of my mouth before I could stop them.
The security officer looked at me, a hint of sympathy in his eyes. “We appreciate your willingness to help, ma’am, but we have protocols to follow.”
Just when I was starting to feel completely helpless, a woman rushed towards us, her face pale and streaked with tears. “Finn! Oh my God, Finn!”
It was his mother. She ran to him, dropping to her knees and pulling him into a tight embrace, sobbing uncontrollably. “Where were you? I was so worried!”
Relief washed over me in a huge wave. I was so glad he was safe, back with his mother. But as I watched them reunite, a strange feeling gnawed at me. Something wasn’t right.
His mother looked up at me, her eyes still red and puffy. “Thank you,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for taking care of him.”
“Of course,” I said, forcing a smile.
Then, a man approached, his face etched with concern. “What happened? How did he get all the way over here?”
This man looked nothing like Finn. He was tall, with dark hair and a stern expression.
“This is my husband, David,” Finn’s mother said, introducing him.
David looked at Finn, then at his wife, confusion written on his face. “But… I thought he was with you?”
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