Alistair sat in his apartment, the city skyline stretching before him. The script for his latest role lay abandoned on the coffee table, forgotten in favor of the thoughts swirling in his mind. No matter how hard he tried to focus, one name kept surfacing—Sam.
The small girl had left a mark on him he couldn't ignore. Her laughter, her resilience, and the way she had clung to him over the holidays played in his mind like an unending loop. Alistair had thought time and distance would help him move on, but the opposite had happened. He needed to know she was okay.
He picked up his phone and dialed a number he had on his phone from the child services who took Sam. As the line connected, a voice greeted him, warm but professional.
"Good afternoon, Child Services. How can I assist you?"
Alis
