Walter returns home from work to find his baby son crying. His wife has tried everything to quiet their son, but nothing works. Walter decides to check the crib and is shocked by what he finds there.
An ear-splitting wail echoed through the house as Walter entered from the garage. His wife, Abby, sat in the kitchen, and by the distressed look on her face, he knew Logan’s cries were bothering her again.
“Oh, honey,” he says and hugs her from behind. “How long has he been crying like that?”
“I’ve tried everything, Walter!” Abby broke down into sobs. “He’s been fed, changed, bathed, and burped! I even took his temperature! I don’t know what to do now. He keeps crying!”
After becoming parents a month ago, everything in the couple’s lives changed. And if there was something that really distressed Walter, it was Logan’s cries.
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“Come, we’ll figure this out together,” Walter said and took Abby to Logan’s room.
He cheerfully approached Logan’s crib. But all he saw in the crib was a dictaphone and a note. Walter pressed the stop button on the dictaphone, and Logan’s cries stopped.
“What did you do?” Abby called from behind. Walter wasn’t listening. He held the note and zoned out. It wasn’t until Abby snatched the note from his hand and opened it that he realized what had occurred.
“I warned you that you’d regret being rude to me.
If you want to see your baby again, leave $200,000 in the luggage storage lockers near the pier.
If you go to the police, you’ll never see him again.”
“Oh my God!” Abby gasped. “What does it mean? Was I rude to someone? Were you? Who would kidnap Logan?”
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Walter recalled the janitor he’d mistreated at the maternity hospital. He was bringing a cute bear-shaped pot for Abby while she was admitted to the hospital, but the pot broke when he tripped over the janitor’s broom.
Furious, Walter called the man awful names, and the janitor said, “You’ll regret it!”
“We’ll have to go to the police, honey,” Walter said, snapping out of his thoughts. “It must be him!”
“What? The note says we’ll never see Logan again if we go to the police, Walter. We should just pay the ransom!”
“We don’t know if he’ll return Logan if we do that. Think about it, honey. This guy is a janitor… there’s no way he’d know if we went to the police, and since we know where he works, they might be able to go straight to the maternity hospital, arrest him, and bring Logan home to us.”
Abby agreed.
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Walter parked their car outside the station. He and Abby were about to exit the vehicle when Walter’s phone buzzed with a message.
“This is your first and last warning. If you enter that police station, your kid’s going into the bay. Get the money to the location mentioned below.”
Abby gasped as she read the message, and Walter looked around, trying to spot the kidnapper. But there were too many people. The only way to rescue Logan now was to pay the ransom.
Walter decided to drive to the bank right away, but Abby’s condition deteriorated. She threw up once and was about to throw up for a second time. It was better to drive her home, Walter decided.
“Don’t hate me for it, honey, but that’s the best for you,” he said. And Abby didn’t protest.
“Fine…But Walter…does that kidnapper even know about caring for a newborn?” she asked and broke down into tears.
Walter said nothing and drove her home. But his imagination wasn’t immune to dark thoughts. He kept imagining Logan in a dark room, crying for help that never came.
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Somehow pulling himself together, Walter drove to the bank. Then he visited the storage locker mentioned by the kidnapper and placed the money inside it.
There were too many people around for him to spot the janitor, but Walter knew he would be somewhere nearby, watching him. So Walter returned to his car, drove a short distance, and parked around the lockers again. It wasn’t long before he spotted the janitor from the maternity hospital.
The janitor opened the locker. Walter sat up straighter, but then a tourist group walked past, hiding the janitor from view.
“Move it!” Walter snapped.
Painful minutes stretched out as the tourists headed toward one of the statues. After the last few people in the group eventually passed the lockers, Walter swore. The janitor had disappeared.
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Walter barely dared to breathe as he scanned the crowd. The man had been wearing the sort of flashy shirt sold in the more eclectic, hippie-themed stores, so he shouldn’t have been hard to spot.
There! A wave of relief washed over him as Walter spotted the janitor crossing the road. He was carrying the bag of money Walter had placed in the locker. Walter leaped from his car and followed him.
The man led him around a parking lot, past a variety of restaurants and several museums before he turned into a bus station. They were heading toward another row of lockers.
The janitor placed the bag inside a locker. When he turned around, Walter was ready. He shoved the janitor up against the lockers and held him there with his forearm.
“Where is my son?” Walter demanded. “I’ve done everything you asked, you jerk; now return Logan to me!”
“Look, I was offered $100 to collect the package and then drop it off here,” the man said. “I don’t know about your son!”
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“Don’t you dare lie!”
“I’m not! Some guy paid me to deliver the package! I ran into him in the parking lot after work one day, but he was standing with the light behind him, so I didn’t see his face. I have two kids of my own. I’d never hurt someone else’s child.”
Something about the janitor’s eyes told Walter the older man wasn’t lying. He let the man go, then opened the locker. But it was empty. Somebody had cut a hole in the back.
Walter jogged around to the back of the lockers. The hole was covered from the back with a thin steel plate, loosely secured by two screws. Nobody around was carrying a bag like the one he’d placed the money into.
Walter didn’t know how to break the news to Abby. Logan was their miracle baby. They’d been struggling for years before they conceived him. And now, he had lost his only chance to get Logan back.
Walter entered his home. He checked all the rooms downstairs but didn’t find Abby anywhere. He went upstairs to check their bedroom and noticed Abby’s things were gone.
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At first, Walter suspected she was kidnapped. He called her. Countless times. But she never answered. Then it dawned on him that the kidnapper wouldn’t have taken all of Abby’s things. Even her hand lotion was missing.
Walter was crushed, to say the least. How could Abby do this to them? No wonder she’d been so eager to return home after feeling sick. She had also insisted they pay the ransom. Abby was Logan’s kidnapper. Did she have an accomplice?
The only thing that consoled Walter’s heart was that the ransom money was fake. He would find a way to get his son back.
Walter drove to the maternity hospital where Logan was born, and near the vending machine, he found the man he was looking for—a doctor.
“Hi,” Walter approached him. “I hope you can help me. I need someone to call my wife—”
“I’m not a phone service,” the doctor replied sharply.
“You don’t understand. I’m willing to pay you handsomely for your assistance, doctor, and your silence.”
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The doctor studied Walter through narrowed eyes. He slowly smiled as Walter explained his situation and told him what he wanted the doctor to tell Abby.
Walter then retrieved his wallet and furtively showed the doctor the dollar bills inside it. The man nodded. “Okay, we have a deal. Come with me!”
Walter followed the doctor to a nurse’s station on the second floor. All the nurses were checking on their patients, judging by the activity in the hallways. Nobody took much notice as the doctor lifted the phone and dialed Abby’s number.
“Good morning, Mrs. Taylor; this is Dr. Jones from the maternity hospital. I’m calling to inform you that we just discovered something very serious in one of the routine tests we performed on your son after he was born. He needs to come in for treatment immediately.”
Walter heard Abby’s emotional outcry from the other side of the nurse’s station but couldn’t make out her exact words.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t discuss the details over the phone. All I can say for now is that he has a rare genetic condition. I’m sure he does seem fine now, but that could change at any moment. He’s at a higher risk for SIDS and several other life-threatening conditions. You really need to bring him in today, Mrs. Taylor.”
Dr. Jones ended the call a few minutes later and showed Walter a thumbs-up.
“She’s going to bring the baby in ASAP.” Dr. Jones held out his hand and wriggled his fingers. “I did my bit. Now it’s time for you to pay up.”
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Walter paid the doctor and went back downstairs. He wandered around for a few minutes before his phone started ringing. His lip curled in disgust when he checked the caller ID.
“You have some nerve to phone me after what you did, Abby,” Walter said. “Where’s Logan? I demand you bring him back.”
“Says the man who doesn’t even care enough about him to pay the ransom!” Abby shrieked. “That money was all fake, you tight-fisted jerk. Logan needs to see a doctor urgently, and I can’t take him because of you. Where’s the real money, Walter?”
“In my account, where it’s been all along. What’s wrong with Logan, or is this just another scheme to get my money?”
Abby swore at him and began to cry. “I told you; he’s sick! You’ve got to send me the money so he can receive treatment. He’ll die without it.”
“I won’t let my son die! I’ll pay,” Walter replied and hung up.
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Hearing Abby confirm she was behind Logan’s kidnapping broke his heart all over again. It took a few minutes before he pulled himself together enough to send her an immediate payment via his money transfer app. Now, all he had to do was wait.
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Tears trailed down Walter’s cheeks when his little brother, James, entered the hospital with Abby. James held Logan against his chest while Abby spoke to the receptionist.
It seemed like everything was moving in slow motion as the police officers and FBI agents came forward and surrounded Abby and James. Walter had informed the cops beforehand.
“You’re under arrest for kidnapping!” an FBI agent called out. “Hand the child over, nice and slowly, and raise your hands.”
“Get away from us!” Abby shrieked as she moved to stand between the FBI agent and Logan. “My son is sick. He needs to see a doctor.”
“No, he isn’t,” Walter called out as he approached the group. “There’s nothing wrong with Logan at all.”
Abby’s gaze locked onto him. Walter watched as the fear and uncertainty in her eyes shifted into red-hot fury. She rushed forward as though to attack him. But the police tackled her. She and James were arrested.
Walter hugged his son, relieved to have him back. But Abby wasn’t done yet.
“You think you’ve won? Logan isn’t even yours! You couldn’t get me pregnant, remember? But whatever’s wrong with you clearly doesn’t run in the family!” she yelled.
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Walter froze. He looked at his brother, who wouldn’t even raise his head to look at him. It pained Walter. But nothing mattered because he had Logan with him.
“I will adopt him if that’s what I have to do!” he shot back. “I will watch him grow up while you two rot behind bars!” he said and left with Logan.
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O senhorio da minha filha armou uma cilada para que ela pudesse ser despejada e aumentar o aluguel – nós lhe ensinamos uma lição inteligente
Quando o telefone de Jason toca no meio da noite, ele encontra sua filha chorando. Durante a conversa, ele descobre que o senhorio dela está forçando-a a sair de seu lugar. Jason decide dar uma lição ao senhorio…
Recebi a ligação tarde da noite; foi tão inesperado que atendi sem nem pensar em quem poderia estar do outro lado. Grogue, cliquei no ícone verde e segurei meu telefone no ouvido.
Um homem dormindo | Fonte: Midjourney
“Papai”, Lily, minha filha, soluçou em meu ouvido.
“O que há de errado?”, perguntei, sentando-me imediatamente e colocando meus pés em meus chinelos. “Diga-me, Lily, o que está acontecendo?”
Uma jovem chateada | Fonte: Midjourney
“Meu senhorio descobriu que eu ganhei um aumento no trabalho. Eu estava sentado na varanda com Nolan, e nós estávamos rindo sobre isso e brindando. E, claro, ele ouviu da casa da frente. Desde então, ele continua falando sobre reformas e aluguel mais alto.”
“Ok”, eu disse lentamente, tentando entender apesar da tontura causada pelo sono.
Um close-up de um homem mais velho | Fonte: Midjourney
Claro, era uma maneira nojenta de ganhar dinheiro às custas das pessoas, mas não era algo para chorar.
“Mas querida, por que você está chorando?”, perguntei, tentando manter minha voz firme.
Tudo em mim queria correr para minha filha. Mas eu não faria nada até que ela me desse uma razão para isso.
Uma jovem chateada | Fonte: Midjourney
“Depois que não tive nenhuma reação ao aumento do aluguel, ele secretamente jogou alguns recipientes químicos velhos e proibidos no meu quintal e então me acusou de violar o contrato de locação ao armazenar materiais perigosos na propriedade”, disse ela.
“O quê?”, explodi. “Isso é ilegal!”
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“E ele me deu dois dias para me mudar”, ela continuou.
Eu estava furioso. Minha filha tinha transformado aquele quintal de um terreno árido em um oásis florido. Ela colocou seu coração em cada planta, cada flor e cada vegetal.
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Ela sempre foi assim. Lily não era o tipo de criança que ficava sentada dentro de casa brincando com seus brinquedos. Ela preferia ficar do lado de fora e sujar as mãos, tentando descobrir como as coisas cresciam.
“Isso é muito divertido, pai”, ela me disse um dia, quando eu estava cortando a grama e a pequena Lily estava plantando flores.
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“Tem algumas minhocas ali”, ela disse, apontando. “Mas eu ainda plantei as mudas de qualquer forma.”
A mãe dela odiava isso. Ela queria que Lily tivesse roupas recém-passadas, unhas limpas e cabelos que ficassem no lugar.
“Você precisa parar de permitir esse comportamento, Jason”, minha esposa, Jenna, dizia. “Incentive-a a ser uma mocinha.”
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“Nem pensar, Jenna”, eu sempre dizia. “Deixe essa doce garota ser ela mesma.”
Agora, depois de tudo que Lily fez para tornar seu jardim seu próprio espaço, tudo que eu queria fazer era tentar poupar seu trabalho duro.
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“Não se preocupe, querida”, eu disse, com um plano já se formando em minha mente.
“Como, pai?” ela perguntou.
“Porque nós resolveremos isso. E faremos isso juntos.”
Um homem mais velho sorridente | Fonte: Midjourney
Na noite seguinte, apareci na casa de Lily com minha caminhonete e alguns amigos. Estávamos armados com lanternas e uma dose saudável de raiva justificada.
“Certo, rapazes”, eu disse. “Vamos fazer isso pela minha filha. Vamos dar uma lição ao Jack. Que, como senhorio, você não pode sair por aí tirando vantagem de mulheres jovens.”
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Nós meticulosamente desmontamos todo o refúgio no quintal que Lily montou.
“Pai?” Lily perguntou quando percebeu que estávamos lá. “O que está acontecendo?”
“Oi, querida”, eu disse. “Vamos dar uma lição ao seu senhorio. Ele não pode fazer isso. Então, vamos desmontar tudo. Vou levar suas plantas para casa também.”
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Lily bocejou e se espreguiçou.
“Vou deixar você com isso, pai”, ela disse. “Vou descansar um pouco e depois voltar a arrumar o lugar quando o sol nascer. Vou ficar com Nolan até encontrar um lugar. Ele vai chegar aqui com mais caixas em breve.”
“Continue”, eu disse. “Nós ficaremos quietos, eu prometo.”
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Enquanto trabalhávamos, cada planta carinhosamente cuidada, cada canteiro meticulosamente construído, desaparecia. Quando terminamos, o jardim outrora florescente estava reduzido a um pedaço de terra desolado, um contraste gritante com as fotos exuberantes que Jack, o proprietário, já havia postado para o novo anúncio.
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“Obrigado, rapazes”, eu disse. “Vocês podem ir embora. Eu só ajudo Lily a fazer as malas. Vou pegar minha caminhonete mais tarde, Malcolm.”
Eu não tinha terminado. Ainda havia mais trabalho a ser feito.
Dentro da casa, reorganizamos os móveis para destacar todos os defeitos.
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As rachaduras nas paredes não foram escondidas pelas obras de arte de Lily. Os azulejos faltantes foram deixados expostos, sem nenhum utensílio de cozinha para cobri-los.
“Não há nada que possa ser feito sobre o mofo do teto do banheiro”, Lily me disse. “Mas eu tenho dito ao senhorio que precisávamos resolver isso.”
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Substituímos todas as lâmpadas por outras branco-azuladas muito brilhantes, fazendo com que todo o lugar parecesse sombrio e pouco convidativo.
Enquanto trabalhávamos, Lily e eu conversamos sobre o tempo que ela passou na casa.
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“Lembro-me de quando me mudei pela primeira vez”, disse ela, com um toque de nostalgia na voz. “O quintal era só terra e concreto. E eu não achava que alguma coisa pudesse crescer aqui. Mas eventualmente cresceu. E toda vez que sentia saudades de casa, eu vinha aqui e plantava algo novo ou cuidava do que quer que estivesse crescendo.”
“E você fez isso acontecer”, respondi sorrindo. “Você transformou isso em um paraíso.”
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Ela suspirou.
“Parece tão injusto. Eu fiz tudo certo, e ele ainda encontrou uma maneira de estragar tudo.”
“Não vamos deixá-lo vencer”, assegurei a ela. “Isso é só um revés. Você tem uma nova aventura esperando por você. O lugar do Nolan é uma boa parada por enquanto, mas sei que ele está falando sério sobre você. Talvez uma nova casa juntos seja o próximo passo.”
Um pai e uma filha sorridentes | Fonte: Midjourney
Saí da casa da minha filha confiante de que o senhorio dela me acordaria muito bem no dia seguinte.
“Pai, você pode vir aqui?”, Lily me pediu no telefone naquela manhã. “Por favor, esteja aqui quando eu tiver que entregar as chaves para Jack.”
“Chego aí em breve”, eu disse, passando manteiga na minha fatia de torrada.
Torrada com manteiga em um prato | Fonte: Midjourney
Lily estava me pedindo para guardar os sapatos dela em uma caixa quando Jack entrou furioso.
“Que diabos, Lily?” ele exigiu. “Onde estão as plantas? As flores? As fotos online mostram claramente como esse lugar deveria ser!”
Ele suspirou profundamente, seu rosto ficando da cor de um tomate particularmente maduro.
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Lily, a imagem da inocência, piscou para ele.
“Que plantas, Jack?”, ela perguntou. “O quintal sempre foi assim, você não percebeu?”
Ela gesticulou em direção ao local desolado, com um sorriso malicioso nos lábios.
Jack, pego em flagrante com seu plano enganoso, balbuciou algumas ameaças incoerentes sobre danos à propriedade. Eu intervim, apontando para as falhas expostas.
Um quintal desolado | Fonte: Midjourney
“Você quer falar sobre danos?” Eu disse, minha voz fria.
“Vamos discutir as rachaduras nas paredes, os azulejos faltando e o mofo no banheiro. Você consegue ver tudo claramente agora, não consegue?”
Os olhos de Jack se arregalaram quando ele olhou para o banheiro.
“Isto é claramente sabotagem!” ele gritou.
Um close-up de um homem mais velho | Fonte: Midjourney
“Não”, respondi, pegando as fotos que tirei quando Lily se mudou.
“Era exatamente assim que o lugar era quando ela se mudou. Se alguma coisa, está mais arrumado agora. Não falta nada, Jack.”
Jack tentou recuperar a compostura, mas os três casais que vieram para a visita naquela tarde viram a casa em seu estado bruto e desagradável. Todos eles foram embora sem fazer um requerimento.
Uma jovem sorridente | Fonte: Midjourney
Enquanto isso, depois de alguns meses, Lily encontrou um novo lugar com um senhorio que apreciava seu polegar verde, não apenas o potencial de lucro. Conforme minha filha se acomodava em sua nova casa, não pude deixar de me sentir orgulhosa.
Lily e eu estávamos sentados em sua nova varanda, olhando para o quintal espaçoso que logo se tornaria seu próximo projeto de jardinagem.
Um homem mais velho sorridente | Fonte: Unsplash
“Pai, não tenho palavras para agradecer”, ela disse, com os olhos brilhando de alívio e excitação. “Eu estava tão assustada, mas você sabia exatamente o que fazer.”
Sorri, apertando a mão dela enquanto balançávamos no balanço da varanda. “Você fez a parte difícil, garota. Você o enfrentou. E agora, você tem um novo começo.”
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