“s**t,” Brett slammed the phone down. He paced back and forth trying to keep his composure together. He never thought that Eric would go this far. His woman and his baby are in danger. He had to figure a way to get to find them, but he needed to see the one man he didn’t want to see. He texted Izzy for Lacey’s dad's address and headed that way when he got it. He arrived about twenty minutes later and was now standing at the door. Two knocks and he was greeted by Lacey’s mother, Carolyn. “Hi, how can I help you?” She was just as beautiful as Lacey. A more older and graceful version of her.
Brett smiled, “Hi Mrs. Anderson, is Mr. Anderson here?”
“Yes, one second.” She stepped back and shouted his name and a few moments later, he appeared at the door.
“What are you doing here?” He scrun
