“Hello?” my voice went sharp instantly, stripping away all professional decorum.
“Hello, is this Sarah Davis?” a calm, highly professional woman’s voice asked over the line.
“Yes. Who is this?”
“This is Disney Guest Relations,” the woman said. “We have your child at Lost & Found.”
The Laughter Over the Line
The hallway seemed to tilt. The ambient hum of the office ventilation system faded into a loud, rushing static in my ears. I gripped the doorframe of the conference room to keep my balance.
“What?” I gasped, my lungs suddenly refusing to expand. “Is he hurt? Where is my family?”
“He was located alone near the exit corridor by the transportation area,” the Disney staff member continued, her voice remarkably gentle but firm, trained to handle hysterical parents. “He is not hurt, ma’am. He is physically safe. But he is very distressed. He had a card in his lanyard with your number and he asked to call you.”
Alone near the exit corridor.
My mind scrambled to make sense of the geography. The exit corridor? Why was he near the exit? Where was Denise? Where was Ray?
“Please,” I begged, tears instantly welling in my eyes. “Let me speak to him.”
