Sebastian’s POV
The boy’s voice cracks the lobby’s sterile hum like a firework—“Mum!”—high-pitched, thrilled, and utterly unfiltered. Heads turn, but the sound cuts straight to the heart of every parent in a hundred-yard radius. A woman bursts through the automatic doors, coat flapping half-buttoned, dark curls exploding from a messy bun, eyes wild with the kind of panic only a missing child can ignite. She’s clutching a phone like a lifeline, knuckles white, voice already breaking.
“Oh, my Jamie!” She drops to her knees on the polished floor, arms flung wide. “I was so worried sick about you! Where did you run off to, Jamie? I turned around for two seconds to pay for parking, and you were gone!”
Jamie wriggles free from Lena’s gentle grip and barrels into his mother, nearly toppling he
