Warner's POV
A long line of vehicles stretches along the curb, each parent waiting for their child to emerge from the school gates. Lukas eases his car into position behind the others, and we both settle in to watch the controlled chaos unfold. Groups of children burst through the entrance, some already engaged in playful scuffles while their teachers struggle to maintain order.
I lean forward, scanning the crowd for any sign of my son. The afternoon sun creates shadows that make it difficult to pick out individual faces, and without catching his familiar scent on the breeze, I know he hasn't appeared yet. Frustration builds in my chest as I continue searching.
"Maybe I should get out," I mutter, already reaching for the door handle.
