Lucy Kinkirk was ruling the boardroom. She really knew her stuff when it came to security of Telecom New York- London- Paris. Maybe that was because her husband was a police officer. Or maybe that was because the ever cautious mother had had a brush with death that could have been prevented if she had secured her home.
"Mommy! Momma! C'mon! Come play trucks with me!" Adrian Kinkirk called. " Okay sweetheart, Mommy's coming. I'm ready to play trucks; I just need to put my...
A loud scream echoed through the house. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Mrhhmh!" Lucy dropped everything, quite literally. "Adrian! Baby, what's wron.. Lucy trailed off, as she saw that where her beloved 5 year had once sat, there was no one.
Lucy remembered the hell as they issued an Amber Alert. She remembers sitting at the police station, just waiting for news. She remembers the agony of not knowing where her son was for hours. And she remembers the agony of his funeral, a funeral that could have been avoided if she had only remembered to lock the door.
This is my fave chapter out of what I have written so far. Thanks for all your great reviews.