She answered the call but did not manage to compose herself in time. "Elliot, I can't find Hayden. I asked the hotel and the receptionist said that he is not checked into this hotel."

She felt a lump in her throat as tears threatened to fall. She would not have been this worried if Hayden was alone in a different country.

"Are you sure you saw him here?" she asked in a muffled voice.

"Yes," he said with certainty.

"You've never forgotten about Hayden, have you?" she asked, "Neither have you forgotten about Layla or Robert..."

Elliot's breath grew heavier. "I am certain that he is in Ylore. You should be looking for him, instead of asking me meaningless questions like this."

"I can't find him!" Tears rolled down her face. "I don't even know where to start looking for him. He won't answer his phone! So unless he contacts me, there's no way I'm going to be able to find him."

Hayden was not a three-year-old toddler any longer. Ever since he had spent half a year studying overseas, h