“Where is he!” Alexa’s voice cracked through the chaos, raw and trembling.

“WHERE IS MY SON?” she asked, frightened and angry.

The van's wheels screeched against the wet pavement as it skidded to a shaky halt on the narrow mountain pass.

Roman didn't answer immediately. His body was halfway out the rear doors, scanning the foggy road behind them for any trace or any shadow that could have taken the baby.

“This can't be happening.. it can't, he was right here!”

She turned to ...