*Eli*
The maid hasn’t tried to keep me out since I heard the baby crying. She’d said, “One moment, sir,” and then rushed off. I come into the living room, trying to wait patiently by the door while I listen to her speaking to someone in the background.
Most of me wants to tear through the house, knocking over anything and anyone who gets in my way while I’m searching for my son, but a small part of my brain is still saying that I don't know for certain that this couple didn’t actually adopt a son recently. This might not be my baby in the house. It could all be a huge coincidence.
I don’t think that’s the case, but what do I know? Nothing, at this point.
The police chief and the mayor have followed me inside, and they are standing silently behind me while I wait.
Eventually, the sound
