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Sydney admired the gorgeous wedding ring on her finger. It had a silver band, and one diamond, a perfect diamond, to her. Surrounding the one diamond where lots of little diamonds, and the rocks glinted in the light. She glanced at her husband, who was brushing his teeth in the adjoining bathroom. She smiled at him, and he waved and rinsed his mouth. Ryan walked into the room and lay down onto the bed, smiling also. He looked at the ring, and took her hand, gently kissing her, which turned into more.

The next morning How to Touch a Girl came on the radio and woke Sydney and Ryan. There hands were still laced together and Isabelle crying was the only thing that separated them. "Mummy, meanie hurt!" She exclaimed as Sydney lifted her and saw a deep cut on her back that had not been bandaged. She helped Ryan clean it and wrap a bandage around it, take Isabelle back to her room to help her dress, and setting her on the bed. Ryan departed to help Thomas as Sydney shook Douglas awake.

"Mummy, scary came hour ago! He yelled and threat, and cut Isabelle!" She screamed, and flung herself at Sydney. "He…he said he was daddy, and that Danny should not be in jail, he said he come for me and you, and Ryan just wanted you for something…babies!" Douglas whimpered. Sydney pulled her head to her chest and talked to the girls.

"He is your daddy, but he didn't want you, so he left. Ryan is your step-daddy because he is my husband, and he isn't your real daddy. We call him daddy because he wants you and loves you. Understand, Isabelle, Douglas?"

"Yes." They spoke in unison. "Mummy, he says he want us, and take us." Douglas told her.

"He won't get you." Sydney informed her sternly, and went to get Ryan. "Ryan, he came." She bit her lip and he came in with a clothed Thomas, who went to talk to his siblings.

Ryan gave his cell-phone. "Call the police." He ordered, and Sydney dialed.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"

"I'm Sydney Bolton, now Evans, and I have information on the Bolton rape." She told the woman.

"That case has been closed. The culprit was Daniel Jacobs, and he is currently in prison."

"They have the wrong person. The real rapist is Jonathon Roberts, and he lived at 12345-67 avenue four years ago. I live at 98765-43 avenue, and want to talk to the police—"

"I'm sorry, the case was closed, and cannot be reopened. Now, if it were a custody case, I could dispatch a car to your location, and have you talk to them about opening a new case, and letting Mr. Jacobs free."

"Yes, please. Thank you." Sydney hung up and soon officers Michaels and Robinson were settled in the living room. "Thank you, the kids are at pre-school, except Thomas, who is in Kindergarten. He recently turned six. We adopted him and Isabelle."

"Is this your husband?"

"Yes, I'm Ryan Evans, her new husband. We married yesterday after a one-and-a-half year engagement."

"If your children can identify Mr. Roberts we can put him in prison for breaking and entering, child abuse, and threatening. We can take a DNA sample from him and Douglas and Mr. Jacobs and determine the real father, and possibly put him in jail and Mr. Jacobs out of his cell."

"Thank you, sir. Please get him."

"We will certainly try. But he will try for custody, out of experience."

"We will be ready. I have to pick up the kids, Ryan will answer questions if you have anymore." Ryan nodded and Sydney grabbed the keys off the table and left, only to return to see a nurse with the officers.

"Mr. Evans, I want to tell you that the victim rarely wins. The accused has a great case ready, and has robbed places so they can pay for a great lawyer. You might not win."

"I understand, Officer, but I would do anything for Thomas, Douglas, and little Isabelle." Sydney walked into the room with the children about ten minutes later, and Michaels took Isabelle and Sydney aside. Robertson left to go get the resident of 12345-67 avenue.

"Isabelle, my name is Jeff." He told her, as if he was her best friend. "I'm here to help you. I want you to tell me who hurt you, and what he looked like."

"He was big, thin man! Hij was eng en lang, als Papa. Hij kwam binnen en hief me op. Dan sneed hij mijn rug! Hij had zwart haar en groene ogen, en een litteken op zijn wang! Thomas, was hij zo eng! Hij zei de Papa geen Papa was, en dat hij ons haatte, en ging onze nieuwe Papa zijn, en wij zouden nooit Mama opnieuw zien! Hij was slijtage bruine laag en zwarte handschoen. Jeans en geen glas." She broke out and hugged her mom, who called Thomas over, and Isabelle repeated herself.

"She says that He was scary and tall, like Daddy. He came in and lifted me. Then he cut my back! He had black hair and green eyes, and a scar on his cheek! Thomas, he was so scary! He said Daddy wasn't Daddy, and that he hated us, and was going to be our new Daddy, and we would never see Mommy again! He was wear brown coat and black glove. Jeans and no glasses." Thomas translated and hugged his mother.

"Isabelle, sweetheart, would you be able to tell me who he was if I showed you a man?"

"Yes." Robertson reentered and dragged in a man, who swore as Sydney while Isabelle grabbed her adoptive mother's shirt and shrieked. "That him!"

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