BRING MY SON HOME
Anthony Green had waited fifteen years to become a father.
Today proved something important.
Nobody should ever come between a father and his child.
The operation began at 11:42 p.m.
Quietly.
Precisely.
Professionally.
Officers surrounded the property.
Every exit covered.
Every route blocked.
Every possibility considered.
Anthony stood outside the perimeter.
Watching.
Waiting.
Barely breathing.
The commander spoke into his radio.
"Move."
The team advanced.
Inside the cabin, Damien sat upside down on a couch.
Because apparently that was how he watched television.
A security officer entered.
Nervous.
Sweating.
The man looked toward Vanessa.
"They're here."
Vanessa froze.
"What?"
The office
