Lindsey arrives at the address and it's an abandoned house, condemned many years ago and waiting to be demolished. Most of the windows were boarded up and the ones that weren't, were broken. There was graffiti on the siding and evidence of a horrible happening lay inside. Frankly, it gave him the heeby-jeebies just looking at it. He didn't want to go inside but he had to. His crew of men sat in the backseat of his car, waiting to come in and break up any trouble he might encounter. The door creaked open and nearly came off the hinges as he walked inside. He stood in the dingy living room, a torn couch against one wall, and a badly stained carpet beneath his feet. It made him anxious. He heard the floorboards wail as he came into the kitchen. Curiosity overtook him and he turned on the sink faucet. It made a horrible sound before dark brown water flowed out and he turned it off quickly, disgusted. He heard foot steps and turned around.

"Hello?" He called out. Silence. He came back out to the living room and had a little look around, going back to investigating his surroundings. The light changed and he turned around again.

"Hello? he said.

"Lindsey" said an odd voice. It sounded muffled.

"I'm here."

"Are you alone?"

"Yes"

"Good"

"Who are you? Why did you want me to meet you?"

"I have something of yours" A small figure stands in the shadows, holding something in their arms.

"Something of mine?"

"Yes. Would you like it back?"

"Yes" he answers, becoming nervous again. The figure reveals themselves ever so slightly and he goes very quiet.

"Come closer" Lindsey does as he is told and takes a couple steps forward. "A little closer" they urge. "Put your arms out"

Lindsey extends his arms, tears forming in his eyes as the weight is placed in his grasp. "Thank you" he says, tears falling down his face.

"Don't thank me, Lindsey" The figure removes their hood, scarf that covered their mouth and the sunglasses that obscured their face.

"You..." he said through gritted teeth, causing the precious bundle in his arms to stir then cry. "Shhhh" he soothes. "You're safe, my sweet boy. I love you so much" He kisses the baby's head tenderly and the captor smiles.

"Lindsey"

"Don't say my name. How could you do this to us?"

"I wanted to hurt you like you hurt me"

"You took our son, Carol! I'm sorry for what I did to you. I should have broken up with you the right way. I should have helped you find a place to go and been kinder to you. I did a lot of wrong to you and I'm forever sorry but our son was missing for months. The police stopped looking for him and told us he was most likely dead. Do you know what that does to a person? Do you understand that you nearly killed my wife with grief? You didn't just hurt me, you hurt her"

"I wanted to. Why did you choose her? We could have had this"

"I love her. We are soulmates. You are young, you can find someone who fits you like she fits me. I would have never been what you wanted"

"But I still want you"

"What we had wasn't right. Don't flip this on me. You dyed your hair, changed the way you looked a little then preyed on us."

"I heard you were going to be at the stadium and I knew you and Stevie would bring the baby. He's safe, I would never hurt him."

"You think that makes it better?"

"No, I just wanted to scare you a little"

"You did much more than that"

"I'm sorry" she says, sounding remorseful but he knew it was just an act. "The anger consumed me. I love you Lindsey and I became obsessed. When I found out she was pregnant, I was devastated. I wanted that with you. When I came to your mom's house after becoming friends with your aunt, I...I wanted to make Stevie lose the baby"

"You're sick"

"I know it wasn't right. I just knew you wouldn't leave her if she had your baby."

"You waited months- plotting, planning..."

"Mick gave the baby to those girls and I made my move. I told them I was the nanny and I took him. It was so easy, I didn't expect it to be that way. I was nervous. I took him to my brother's house and we stayed there. I told him he was mine and he never questioned me. Well, until it was on the news. I ran and I was scared. I took care of him the best I could. I kept him fed and dry and I treated him like he was mine. I named him Devon and pretended I was his mommy. He made me so happy, he's such a good boy" She tries to reach out and touch his son and he smacked her hand away. She looked hurt.

Lindsey felt sick listening to her gush about his son. To think she was parading him around and holding him, kissing him. He became very angry again, balling up his hands into fists. His knuckles were white and he was seething. "You're a hell of a lot crazier than you seem if you really think I'm going to let you walk out of here. After you told me all this, caused us all so much pain...you deserve to have the book thrown at you"

"I know." She sobs. "I was wondering if you could take me in, take me to the police station. I want to turn myself in."

"The fuck?" He said, not believing what she just said.

"Please Lindsey. It's all I ask of you."

"You don't deserve my help but I would love to see you behind bars. I would love to know you're spending your days wasting away without any semblance of freedom" He had a strange fire in his eyes now. "Follow me out" he tells her and she obeys. She tries to hold his hand but he shakes himself free from her. A man from the back seat jumps out and takes the baby from him and Carol gets in the passenger seat. He drives her to the police station and she does as she promised she would. She turned herself in.

"This was too easy" he says to himself. He watches her being led away in handcuffs, feeling almost satisfied. She turns around and calls his name over her shoulder. He steps closer and the officers stand near, granting her one last undeserved parting comment.

"Your wife is using again" she says, as if he doesn't know.

"What of it?"

"I think you should go check on her. I wouldn't want any harm to come to her."

"What are you talking about?"

She puts her finger to the side of her nose and takes a sharp intake of breath through her nostril. "There's all different kinds of white powder in this world. I think someone has made a terrible mix up" Lindsey's eyes go wide and he turns away. He hears the woman cackling as she's led away once more.

He speeds to his house, causing his friends to find their own way home in his urgency. He calls Christine, telling her to come to the house but he gives no other details. He puts his sleeping son down in his room...nothing feels real. He races up to their bedroom, breathing heavy. It's eerily quiet and his heart is racing as fast as his thoughts. He goes around the bed, looking for evidence of where she might be, only to find his wife laying on the floor, covered in her own blood. He bent down to feel for her pulse but he couldn't find it. He is sobbing uncontrollably, he doesn't know what to do. He picks up the phone again and calls for an ambulance. When the dispatcher hangs up he goes back to Stevie, scooping her up into his arms and placing her onto the bed. She is as motionless as a corpse.

"Don't leave me, baby" he cries, sniffing. "Don't leave me. I love you, please come back. Our boy is home. He needs you, I need you. Come back, baby. Come back..."