"DADDY! HELP ME! HELP US DADDY! NO!"
Panting, my eyes strain. They were never closed. I was never sleep. This was not a nightmare I could wake up from, take shelter in the arms of my fiancée and shake off.
This was not a game, where I could start over, though I lost, and come off victorious the second try.
No, that was the surveillance. That was the footage of my kids being kidnapped under my nose.
That was reality.
Over and over...
There was a noise, a small bang, from Xena's room. We didn't hear it. The one time we forget to turn on the baby monitor...
Apparently, Addison did hear it. He came to investigate, he came into the nursery, and stood over the crib.
The baby was there. My daughter was there. For a good two minutes more.
Someone, came behind Addison and knocked him out.
