Chapter seven
Nothing made sense to me anymore. Nothing. All I wanted was my son.
I heard a knock on my door. Johnny's presence filled the room as he sat next to me of the bed.
"Are you okay?" He asked calmly. I reassured my brother that I was and hugged him. I smiled, breathing in his familiar scent.
"I just want him home." I whispered.
"I know." He said. "And we will." He looked at me and stroked my hair.
"I'm so glad you're here, Johnny." I went on.
"What're families for, you cow?" I smiled again. Somehow I felt better having my older brother here in the same house we grew up in. Though, we never used to be that close because when we were kids, he used to be the clown of the family, always the one who'd cheer everyone up. Even if he was annoying to me.
"So, any chance of coming downstairs?" He asked.
"Yeah, go on then." I replied.
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Non-FictionFor the past 15 years, a mum named Siobhan has been searching for her son, Harry ever since he was taken at just two weeks old. Fifteen years from now, her husband Art has given Siobhan suspicions as soon as she arrives home one night convincing her...
