As we were about to board our flight, my stepmother suddenly breached the airport security checkpoint and tried to ki:dnap my baby right out of my arms.
Noah, called her this morning and told her you were fleeing the state to hide the child.”
My face burned with disbelief. Noah was twenty-four, impulsive, soft-hearted, and too easy to manipulate. He still believed Patricia was “lonely, not dangerous.” He had promised me he would not tell her anything about our move to Seattle.
