A wave of dread washed over Catherine as panic set in. She felt her heart race uncontrollably.
She and Lorenzo had been standing in the hallway near the restrooms for quite some time. If Max had come looking for her, she would have seen him.
"No, Max must have gotten lost. I need to find him," she said, her voice shaking.
"He may have just wandered the wrong way. I'll ask the staff." Carl tried to reassure her as he headed to speak with the waiters.
But none of them had seen Max.
Catherine's fear intensified.
Max was only six, but he was smart—if he got lost, he'd ask someone for help. Something wasn't right.
She rushed toward the restroom, turning a corner and running straight into a man's chest.
"Catherine, what's wrong?" Lorenzo asked, his expression serious.
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