Keon stood by the ring, his son, Luke, who was helping out at the match as usual was there as well. It was a Saturday evening, the crowd buzzing with excitement.

But as the match neared its end, Keon’s attention shifted, and his heart skipped a beat. Luke was gone.

He walked quickly through the crowd, searching frantically, his eyes darting back and forth.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he spotted his son, holding hands with a young woman near the back exit. Luke was calm, looking up at the woman with an easy smile. Keon’s heart raced, and he started walking toward them.

“Luke,” he called, his voice steady but with a hint of concern.