Leah's POV
                  I sat on the couch, Devan asleep in the recliner beside me. It had been a week, and he had been allowed to come home, just on bed rest, and with a nurse staying there to help with his medication. I was watching the news for the first time since Micaiah had disappeared, and they switched to another report.

       "And now, more on the recent prison escape of Anthony and Katie Jones. Anthony and his wife were both, twenty years ago, convicted of child abuse and attempted kidnapping, and were given more than fifty years in prison, but this week....." My heart dropped, and didn't even realize that a cry escaped my lips. Devan nearly shot up, and his eyes widened when he saw the picture of my biological parents.

        "That's him. It's him. It was him. He......He took Micaiah. It was him, Leah, I swear, it was him." My heart dropped, and I yanked out my cell phone, calling the decective who had been assigned to our case.

        "Hello? Detective Thomas? Yes, it's Leah Key. Yes. No, my husband just figured out who it was that he saw. Yes. Anthony Jones, and I assume that Katie also had something to do with it. No, I don't. Okay. Thank you." I looked up, and he gave me a questioning look. I nodded, and he slumped back down, breathing a sigh of relief. Suddenly, Spencer came running downstairs.

       "Mom, aunt Kelly's on the phone, and she sounds panicked. She said something about your mom and dad." I nearly shot up, grabbing the phone, and almost ran upstairs to my room, closing the bedroom door. 

       "What is it?" I heard her choking down a sob, and then heard a door slam. 

       "The last time I went to see them, dad said something about getting out of there, and making you and Devan pay for what he did, stealing you." I felt my head start spinning, and I sat down on the bed, my breath quickening. 

         "Devan said that dad was the one that shot him and took Micaiah." I gasped out, and then I heard Kelly cuss. 

          "****. Okay. I'll see if there's anything I can find that would help. They wouldn't suspect me, would they?" She shook her head.

          "No. You live halfway across the country and have a daughter who is in the hospital because she was born with heart problems. Even if they did suspect you, it would be really easy to prove that it wasn't you." She and I had become closer when she had come to me, begging for help after Julia, her youngest daughter, was born with what was almost heart failure. As it turned out, she didn't truly hate me- she just beat on me because she had also been abused before I was born, and she saw it as a way to gain our parents' approval, and not be the one getting beat up anymore. I still wasn't completely okay with being alone in the same room as her, but we did have times where our families got together. When we had gotten together, Micaiah and Julia had bonded like a PB&J sandwich, and their hate of those sandwiches was only one of their many similarities, not including their health difficulties.

         "****, Leah. I'm sorry. If I had taken him seriously, I would've lay you know earlier. ****. This is all my fault. I should've said something." Her voice cracked, and I heard her nearly start sobbing, and it took everything in me not to start crying as well.
       "It's not your fault, Kel. You couldn't have known everything that he was going to do. If we're playing the blame game, I have a whole list of things I could be done differently, and I don't even know where to start. There's not a **** thing that we could've done to stop him." She sniffled, and I heard a voice in the background.
        "I'm sorry, Leah. I've got to go. Georgia and Nathan are wanting dinner. I'll call you if I remember anything else. I promise." We said our goodbyes, and hung up. As soon as I dropped the phone, I curled into the fetal position, sobbing. My father had taken my daughter as revenge for me running away from his abuse. I heard the door open, and then Devan limped in, sitting down beside me. His cheeks were also stained with tears, and I could tell he was struggling not to cry again. I could almost sense that he was thinking the same thing as me. We had already lost one child. We couldn't lose another.

       Micaiah's POV
                I curled in the corner, clutching one of my implants in my hands. It had died a few minutes before, and I had just heard a warning beep from the other one, signaling that it was going to die within the next couple hours. Suddenly, the door swung open, and the man came in again, tossing a fast food bag at me.

       "You still don't know who I am, do you?" I shook my head, and he bent down. I could smell his rancid breath and see his yellowing teeth, and it took everything in me not to gag at the sight and smell. He chuckled, standing back up, and leaned against the door.

       "Would you like a hint, or should I just tell you, you incompetent little *****?" When I didn't answer immediately, he threw the book from his left hand at me.
       "******, answer me, you ******* little *****!!" I yelped, curling up further, and dared a look up at him.
       "P....Please, just tell me. I've never seen you before in my life." I gasped shakily, my heart pounding. He glared at me, and then shook his head.

       "I thought family counted for something.....Now my own ******* daughter won't even tell her children about her own **** father." I gasped softly, staring up at him, my eyes wide. This man.....with his foul language and the rancid smell that followed him......This man......who kidnapped me and killed my dad.....This was my grandfather.