Where is my baby?

“I didn’t,” I protested vehemently. “Why would you say something like that,Mark? Why would you think I just stay away from Alex” I said, trying to stop myself from crying. I was hurt by those words he had just said to the woman in front of him“I thought we were friends.”

“Our friendship ended when you did what you did to my cousin,” he snarled. She jumped when his voice caught up with him and the volume increased dramatically on the last word.

“I didn’t do anything to Alex,” I whimpered, my voice still far away. “I left out of fear, you wouldn’t understand . . . . I had to do that for the sake of my child.”

“You left him for dead!”he yelled at me.

The woman, Lisa, laid a restraining hand on Mark arm as he made a frustrated move toward me. I blinked at the fury on his face; I had no idea where all of this anger was coming from.

“Take me home . . .” I entreated again, keeping my eyes on the other woman’s face. “Please. I have to go home . . .” Just then an intimidatingly large figure su