“I know! Where is my baby?” They pulled up the building’s security footage on a laptop right there in the parking lot. The footage showed our third-floor balcony. It showed Silas holding Rowan over the edge. It showed him letting go. Then the camera angle switched to the ground. An older woman was standing directly…
My baby was gone. And Knox was gone, too. I looked around. His car wasn’t in the parking lot anymore. He had disappeared. A neighbor heard me screaming and came outside. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” “My phone… I need a phone!” I grabbed hers with shaking hands and dialed 911. “My boyfriend dropped my…
I scrambled to my feet. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. I just ran for the stairs, three flights, as fast as I could go. I burst outside into the parking lot, my mind bracing for the unimaginable. I expected to see my baby’s broken body on the pavement. I expected to see blood. But when…
“NOW!” Knox and I grabbed our phones. Crying and shaking, we did it. I emptied everything I had—fifty-three thousand dollars, gone in an instant. Knox transferred everything he had as well. When we were done, Silas looked up at us. “Thank you.” And then he let go of Rowan. He just opened his hand and…
But Silas just kept shaking his head. “You’re lying. I know you are. You hugged her too long at Christmas. You smiled at her at my birthday party.” Knox looked desperate. “That’s because I’m your brother! She’s my sister-in-law!” No matter what we said, he just kept repeating that we were lying. Then his voice…
“Prove it. Show me your text messages. Both of you.” We pulled out our phones, our hands trembling as we showed him everything. Our texts were just normal, mundane family stuff. Silas scanned the messages, his face contorting with rage. “You deleted them! Show me your bank statements.” Knox pulled up his banking app. “Look!…
emergency. Please, hurry.” Fifteen minutes felt like fifteen hours. Silas stood on that balcony, holding our son over the edge the entire time. Rowan was screaming so hard he could barely breathe. Knox burst through the door. “What’s happening?” He saw Silas and his face went white. “Silas! What are you doing? That’s your son!”…
“Call him!” Silas shook Rowan slightly, and a fresh wave of terror washed over me. “Okay! Okay!” My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold my phone. “Why do you want me to call Knox?” Silas stared at me, his gaze chilling me to the bone. “I know you’ve been sleeping with him….
I ran toward the balcony, but Silas jerked back, holding Rowan further over the edge. “Don’t come any closer, or I drop him right now!” I stopped, my hands up in a gesture of surrender. “Please, whatever you want, just bring him inside.” Silas’s face was a cold, unfamiliar mask. His eyes were empty, as if the…
I came home from work to see my husband dangling our baby over the balcony, screaming, “Do as I say, or I’m dropping him.” I stared at our eight-month-old, Rowan, being held over the railing by his ankle. He was screaming, his face turning a terrifying shade of blue as the blood rushed to his brain….