HE CRAWLED INTO MY LAP MID-FLIGHT—AND NO ONE CAME TO CLAIM HIM

I didn’t even notice him at first.

I was halfway into my audiobook, trying to ignore the turbulence and the guy next to me who kept sighing dramatically every time I moved. Then I felt a tiny hand tug at my sleeve. This little boy—maybe three or four—just stood there in the aisle, eyes wide, looking like he’d been crying.

Before I could even say anything, he crawled right into my lap. Curled up like he knew me. Like he’d done it before.

I froze.