The next morning, John quietly sat up from the bed, trying not to wake his beautiful wife. He grabbed his pants from the floor and slipped them on.
After getting fully dressed he headed to the other room to see how James was doing. When he got to the crib he saw that his son was no longer there.
"Joan?" John called for his teenage daughter, thinking she may have gotten him.
"Yes father?" Joan asked as she entered the room, wiping the sleep from her eyes.
"Did you get James?" John asked, a little bit of worry in his voice.
"No." Joan answered, not realizing that her baby brother is gone.
"Oh God."John ran quickly out of the room to tell Pocahontas the terrible news.
I decided to end the chapter here. It's short, but I like leaving readers in suspense.