Leslie’s life was a cycle of work, parties, and trying to forget how much she missed her son. Then, on a routine flight, she opened a bathroom door and found a sobbing boy named Ben.
He wasn’t supposed to be there. He had snuck onto the plane, carrying what he thought was life-saving medicine for his grandmother. Now, lost and scared, he believed his mistake would cost her life.
Leslie, a mother who buried her loneliness in nightlife, saw something in Ben’s tear-filled eyes—the same fear she felt whenever her son, Joe, was sick. When she got the call that Joe’s condition had worsened, her world tilted.
Instead of handing Ben off to authorities, she took him to Seattle herself. And in an act of breathtaking generosity, Ben’s family—mourning their own loss—gave Leslie the funds they had raised, ensuring Joe got the treatment he needed.
Watching Joe laugh and play months later, Leslie knew: Ben hadn’t just been a stowaway. He’d been a lifeline.
