Walter had never heard crying like this before. His baby son, Logan, had been screaming for hours, and his wife Abby was at her wit’s end. But when they looked in the crib, their blood ran cold.
No baby. Just a recording of his cries and a note: Pay up, or you’ll never see him again.
Abby collapsed in tears, but Walter’s mind raced. He remembered the hospital janitor he’d yelled at weeks ago. Had his anger brought this upon them?
They followed the kidnapper’s demands, delivering the money to a storage locker. But when Walter confronted the janitor, the man swore he was just a hired hand—someone else had planned this.
Then Abby disappeared. Her things were gone. The realization struck Walter like lightning—she had taken Logan.
Desperate, he tricked her into returning to the hospital, where police arrested her—and Walter’s own brother. As Abby screamed that Logan wasn’t Walter’s child, the betrayal cut deep. But nothing would stop him from being the father his son needed.
