Chapter 11

Boston, USA. Just after getting off the plane, Sylvia heard a little boy crying inside the airport. He looked about Hunter's age. "I want my mommy. I want to find my mommy," the boy sobbed, his words broken by hiccups. When the boy's eyes met Sylvia's, he ran over and wrapped his arms tightly around her leg. "Mommy." Sylvia's heart trembled. Since Hunter's death, she hadn't heard that word—"Mommy." Instinctively, she knelt down and held him close. Soon, an older woman ran up, out of breath....