Behind Daniel, drivers began honking as the light turned green.
But Daniel didn’t move.
For a moment he was no longer a millionaire sitting in a sports car. He was twenty-two again, standing in a hospital hallway hearing that his parents were gone forever.
The memory hit him like cold water.
The little boy clutched his toy car as tears rolled down his dusty cheeks.
Something inside Daniel broke open.
Without thinking about the angry drivers behind him, he turned on his hazard lights and stepped out of the Ferrari.
The heat hit him immediately, but he barely noticed. He walked around the car and knelt on the rough pavement so he could look the boy directly in the eyes.
“What’s your name?” Daniel asked gently.
“Lucas,” the boy whispered.
Daniel placed his hands on the child’s small shoulders.
“Listen to me, Lucas. I promise I’m going to help your mom. Do you trust me?”
Lucas hesitated for only a second before nodding.
“Then take me to her.”
The boy ran.