It was already 11:32 pm and I still have no idea where my son is. Not a single heart-warming report from the police.
I looked over at Caroline who looked lost now and had not said a word in the past hours. She had zoned off severally and it takes a gentle tap and a call of her name to bring her back to reality.
I was drained myself and needed to be revived. Above all, I wanted to be a father and find my son.
We had no hint about who took him and for all I care, Luciano's words were not what I was going to stand by and believe.
Jessie and Derrick? Really? Those were like the kind of combination that could never match___not one that I would even care to think about. How would they have possibly met? Why would they even plan to hurt my son?
Aside from all the articulations I still was not going to take any chances. I was going to at least make sure all doubts were cleared and that Luciano's words were in fact not true.