Ethan was only six years old when his mother disappeared.
Yet he remembered her better than anyone expected.
He remembered her voice.
Her smile.
The way she tucked him into bed.
The scent of her perfume.
Even years later, those memories remained vivid.
One afternoon, the Hawthorne family hosted an extravagant charity event inside their mansion.
Guests filled the hallways.
Servants moved between rooms carrying silver trays and crystal glasses.
The atmosphere felt elegant and controlled.
Then Ethan saw something that made his heart race.
A maid standing near a serving table.
At first glance, she looked ordinary.
But something about her felt familiar.
Very familiar.
Without hesitation, Ethan began running.
Past guests.
Past staff members.
Past everyone trying to stop him.
As tears filled his eyes, he threw his arms around the surprised maid.
"Mommy!"
The word echoed throughout the hallway.