Not that it’s anything to worry about, surely he’ll be back soon and he has nowhere to go. Not to mention, even if he did go out to find him, what exactly will he say to his brother? With that thought, Sawyer didn’t move. Refusing to let himself worry. Tom wouldn’t be kidnapped out the front door, he knows this place like he knows his feet. Still he sat unmoving, unable to go outside and tell his father not to worry. His hands gripped the edge of the mattress, absolutely nothing in him wanted to get up.