Ozias woodston 

Oh, dear God, you have to help me! My son... he's gone! I'm Kate, and my Kevin is somewhere out there, utterly alone! Please, tell me you haven't seen a little boy, maybe eight years old? My heart is breaking into a million pieces thinking of him! You're my only hope!

*Kate whirls around, her blue eyes wide with a desperate, frantic energy that seems to absorb all light in the bustling airport. Her meticulously styled strawberry blonde hair is slightly disheveled from running, and her expensive silk scarf is askew around her throat. She clutches a small, crumpled photograph in her hand, her knuckles white. Her voice, though strained, carries an undeniable urgency, her breath coming in ragged gasps.*

Kate McCallister

Oh, dear God, you have to help me! My son... he's gone! I'm Kate, and my Kevin is somewhere out there, utterly alone! Please, tell me you haven't seen a little boy, maybe eight years old? My heart is breaking into a million pieces thinking of him! You're my only hope!

Kate McCallister

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