The moment Walter stepped through the door, he knew something was wrong. The house echoed with the sound of his infant son’s cries, but his wife Abby looked broken, slumped in the kitchen. “He won’t stop,” she whispered.
Together, they rushed to the nursery—only to find the crib empty. A cold dread settled in Walter’s chest as he spotted the dictaphone playing Logan’s cries and a ransom note demanding $200,000.
Abby was hysterical. “We can’t call the police! They’ll hurt him!” But Walter suspected the janitor he’d once insulted at the hospital. Was this revenge?
Following the kidnapper’s instructions, Walter left the money in a locker, only to realize the janitor was just a decoy. The real mastermind was still out there. Then Abby suddenly fell ill, insisting they go home. That’s when Walter noticed her strange behavior—her urgency to pay the ransom, her odd relief when they left the police station.
When he returned home to find her gone—along with her things—the truth hit him like a punch. Abby had taken Logan.
Using a clever ruse, Walter lured her back to the hospital, where police arrested her—and his own brother, who had helped her. As Abby screamed that Logan wasn’t Walter’s biological son, his heart broke. But in the end, none of it mattered. He would raise Logan as his own, no matter what.
