The grand ballroom was filled with bright lights and heavy silver trays.
Sarah stood near the edge of the dining area in a simple grey uniform.
She kept her head down while adjusting the hot platters of food.
Her hands were calloused from long hours of hard labor.
Nobody in this wealthy crowd looked at her face.
To them, she was just another nameless server working the high-society event.
She had spent three long years hiding in plain sight within the city.
A sudden sound of frantic footsteps echoed across the polished marble floor.
A little boy in a custom suit was running straight toward the catering line.
Tears were running down his pale cheeks as he sobbed uncontrollably.
Sarah turned around quickly to avoid a collision with the child.
The boy crashed right into her waist and held onto her tight.
She felt his small arms shaking violently against her apron.
Sarah dropped her tray as a surge of deep emotion hit her chest.
She looked down into his tear-streaked face and gasped softly.
There was a distinct birthmark near his eye that she knew by heart.
It was her lost son, Leo, whom she had prayed for every night.
He looked up into her eyes with pure shock and desperate hope.
Boy: Mommy! Don't let her take me!
Sarah dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around his small back.
The surrounding guests stopped talking and stared at the scene in confusion.
Silverware clattered against fine china as the entire room went silent.
Sarah held her breath as a loud voice broke the silence from across the hall.