When Walter returned home from work, the sound of his baby son’s piercing cries greeted him as he stepped into the house. His wife, Abby, sat in the kitchen looking utterly defeated, her face revealing the exhaustion of trying to soothe their son.
Walter embraced her from behind, trying to offer comfort. “How long has he been crying?” he asked gently.
“I’ve tried everything, Walter,” Abby sobbed. “He’s been fed, changed, bathed, and burped. I even checked his temperature! I don’t know what else to do. He won’t stop crying.”
Since becoming parents a month ago, their lives had been turned upside down, and nothing distressed Walter more than hearing his son, Logan, cry likе this.
“Let’s figure it out together,” he said, leading Abby to the nursery.
Walter approached the crib with a hopeful smile, but what he found inside stunned him—there was no Logan. Instead, a dictaphone was playing a recording of his baby’s cries. Alongside it lay a note. He pressed the stop button, silencing the cries, and picked up the note with trembling hands.
“What’s going on?” Abby asked, her voice shaky as she saw the look of horror on Walter’s face. She snatched the note from him and read it aloud:
“I warned you. You’ll regret being rude to me. If you want to see your baby again, leave $200,000 in the lockers near the pier. If you go to the police, you’ll never see him again.”
Abby gasped, her face paling. “What does that mean? Who would kidnap Logan? Did we offend someone?”
Walter suddenly remembered the janitor at the hospital. A few days after Logan’s birth, Walter had gotten into an argument with him when he accidentally knocked over a gift Walter had brought for Abby. Angry, Walter had insulted the man. He recalled the janitor’s words: “You’ll regret it!”
“We need to call the police,” Walter said, his heart pounding. “I’m sure it’s him.”
“But the note says we’ll never see Logan again if we do that,” Abby protested. “We should just pay the ransom!”
“We can’t trust him,” Walter insisted. “He wouldn’t know if we went to the police. Besides, they could catch him before anything happens to Logan.”
Reluctantly, Abby agreed, and they headed to the police station. But as they parked outside, Walter’s phone buzzed. It was a text message:
“This is your final warning. If you enter that police station, your son’s going into the bay. Deliver the money as instructed.”
Abby’s face crumpled in terror, and Walter scanned the area, searching for any sign of the kidnapper. Realizing they were being watched, he decided the only option now was to pay the ransom. But before heading to the bank, Abby’s nausea worsened, and Walter decided to take her home first.
After dropping her off, Walter withdrew the money and drove to the locker at the pier, placing the ransom inside as instructed. Then, he parked nearby and waited, his eyes scanning the crowd. Soon enough, he spotted the janitor approaching the locker. But just as Walter prepared to confront him, a group of tourists blocked his view. By the time they cleared, the janitor had vanished.
Frantic, Walter searched the area, and after a tense few moments, he spotted the janitor again, this time carrying the bag of money. Walter followed him, waiting for the right moment. When the janitor paused at another set of lockers, Walter pounced, slamming him against the metal doors.
“Where’s my son?” Walter demanded, his voice shaking with fury.
The janitor, terrified, stammered, “I don’t know anything about your son! I was paid to collect the package and drop it off here. I swear!”
Seeing the fear in the man’s eyes, Walter realized he was telling the truth. He opened the locker, but it was empty. Someone had cut a hole in the back to steal the money.
Walter’s heart sank. How could he tell Abby that their baby was still missing? Worse, he now feared Logan might never come home. But when he returned home, he was met with another sh.ocking discovery—Abby was gone. Her belongings were missing, and she wasn’t answering her phone.
At first, Walter feared she had been kidnapped too, but the more he thought about it, the more the pieces fell into place. Abby had insisted on paying the ransom. She had rushed home after feeling sick. Slowly, the awful truth dawned on him: Abby was behind Logan’s kidnapping.
Desperate, Walter concocted a plan. He approached a doctor at the hospital where Logan was born and paid him to make a fake phone call to Abby, claiming Logan needed urgent medical attention due to a rare genetic condition. The ruse worked, and the doctor informed Walter that Abby would bring Logan to the hospital.
The next day, as Walter watched from a distance, Abby arrived at the hospital with his little brother, James, holding Logan. The police were ready, and as soon as they stepped inside, officers surrounded them.
“You’re under arrest for kidnapping,” an FBI agent announced, as they took Abby and James into custody. Abby screamed that Logan was sick, but Walter stepped forward, telling her coldly, “Logan’s fine. And he’s coming home with me.”
As Abby was led away in handcuffs, she spat out one final bombshell. “Logan’s not even yours! He’s James’ son!”
Walter froze, the weight of her words crashing down on him. His brother couldn’t even meet his gaze. The betrayal stung, but none of that mattered now. He had Logan in his arms, and he wasn’t about to let him go.
“I’ll adopt him if I have to,” Walter declared. “He’s my son, and I’ll raise him, no matter what.”
With that, he walked out of the hospital, determined to give Logan the life he deserved.