“Look around!” Arya says, throwing her arms wide, gesturing to the house. “Here’s the proof. They have our son, Dima.”
“We can’t confront them without all of the facts. I should go check and see if they are on their way back. We don’t want to be caught in here if—”
Just then, the handle on the front door rattles.
A second later, the door opens. Nick and Jody Watkins walk into their home, holding our son.
I clamp a hand over Arya’s mouth and press her against the shadows along the hallway wall.
It looks like that confrontation is going to happen sooner than I planned.
I strain forward to try and see down the stairs, but Dima presses me against the wall harder and shakes his head.
“I can’t believe it’s so beautiful today!” Jody is saying. “I’m glad we got out and enjoyed the weather w
