I hugged Alex tightly, relief washing over me.

“Thank you,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face.

Alex stroked my hair. “I'll always find you.”

I pulled back, smiling. “You're my superhero.”

Alex chuckled. “Just your husband.”

Larry approached, handcuffing the kidnapper. “Who is this guy?” He asked.

“A stalker,” Alex replied. “We'll get him help.”

The kidnapper glared at us. “You'll never be happy,” he spat.

Alex raised an eyebrow. “Too late for that,” he said, grinning.

I giggled.

As we walked out, I spotted a tiny rat amidst the scattered papers.

“Look!” I exclaimed.

Alex smiled. “Guess our little hero distracted the kidnapper.”

I laughed. You think the...