“Mommy, can we go
home now?”
May Lyn scooped up
her tired little man and gave him a hug. “Not just yet, Honey. The game’s only
half over and don’t you want to find Mr. Sebastian first? Stevie said he was
going to be here with Cindy and…”
“Der he is!” Tristan
suddenly shouted, squirming out of his mother’s arm. “Mr. Bashan!” He hit the
ground running, sprinted forward and got instantly swallowed by the milling
crowd.
“Tristan!” May
shouted. In panic mode she ran after him, but the crowd closed around her and
she couldn’t see him anywhere. She was trapped in a sea of people all pushing
her further away from her baby.
“Oh, dear God!
Tristan!” she shouted breaking free at last.
