“We were on the last day of the cruise,” Daisy continued. “Naples. Lucy was eating gelato. I turned, and there he was—your son. This little boy, tagging along behind us like he belonged. We looked for his parents. We searched the crowd. We asked his surname. He couldn’t remember.”
“He didn’t even have a tag on him,” Robert said, his voice rougher. “No last name. No cabin number. Just said his name was Lucas. By the time we realized he wasn’t with us, the ship had already left port. We were stuck. You think we didn’t try?”