Kate climbed the stairs without even feeling the steps beneath her feet. Her heart was pounding, her hands shaking as she gripped the railing tight. Eileen had called just minutes ago and said the words she'd been dying to hear:

"Kate... Oliver's here. He's safe."

That was all. She didn't need to say anything else.

Kate dropped everything and flew across the city like a storm. Now she was running through the halls as if every second could steal her son away again. She didn't bother knocking. She shoved the door open and burst inside.

Oliver was sitting on the couch, knees together, eyes down. But the second he saw her, he jumped to his feet.

Kate let her bag fall to the floor and opened her arms.

"Mommy!" he cried, running straight into her.

Kate dropped to her knees and Oliver threw himself into her arms, burying his face in her neck.

"My baby," she whispered, trembling as she held him close. "You had me so scared... so scared…"

Her hands moved all over him, his back