I didn’t notice him at first, absorbed in my audiobook. Then a small hand tugged at my sleeve. A little boy, maybe three or four, with red eyes from crying, climbed into my lap. He curled up like he belonged there, and I froze. No one said anything. He fell asleep, trusting me.When the flight ended, I asked a woman next to me about his parents. She thought I was his mother. The boy,
Finn, didn’t know where his parents were. Security got involved but no one came for him. I offered to stay with him until they were found. Eventually, a tearful woman arrived,followed by a man, both unaware Finn was missing.Later, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I called a social worker, who informed me his parents weren’t getting custody back. Without thinking,