Ever since Allen had disappeared, Sloane had nearly lost her mind searching for him. Clutching a stack of missing person flyers, she sat by the roadside, crying helplessly.

"How could I lose Allen? Mirabelle will surely blame me," she sobbed. After a while, she stood up, limping as she handed out the flyers to passersby.

"Excuse me, have you seen this little boy?" she asked, her voice breaking.

"Excuse me, have you seen this little boy? He's about this tall..."

"Excuse me..."

Suddenly, Sloane froze. Across the street, in the blazing sun, she spotted a child. Her eyes widened in shock.

There, outside a small ice cream shop, Sylvia and...