FRANK'S POV

The tires of my Mercedes squealed to a hard stop, and water splashed across the cracked concrete yard of the old chemical plant. I threw the door open and did not care about the heavy rain that soaked through my expensive wool suit right away.

"Claire!" I screamed into the huge dark space of the plant, my voice rough and cracking with pure fear. "CLAIRE! I'M HERE!"

My head was spinning, and my eyes were blurry with a scary mix of rain and tears. Jaydon. My little boy. The only good, pure thing left in my sad, ruined life. If anything happened to him, there would be nothing...