Chapter 80: Whose Son is it?

Sarah

Scared from shock, my hands are glued on the doorknob, the door partly open.

“Now's not a good time,” I add, giving no chance for him to come in. The devil somewhere behind me will stop at nothing if he ever realizes what the doctor wants.

“It's alright, Sarah. I wouldn't be taking much of your time.” He climbs up the stairs and reaches in front of me with a smile as though he has no idea I was blocking him from coming in.

“How's your son?”

“You said you weren't taking long,” I interrupt immediately, glancing at the room where Shawn is.

The fucker is in there with my baby.

“You have to go doctor. By that I mean right now.”

I hide my fidgety palms behind my back, waiting for him to just leave. As much as I need his company, yell and get the cops on the psychopath in my house, I'm smart enough now to know that Shawn is way more dangerous.

He could run off with my kid and frame me up, after killing this innocent man.

“I stumbled on your record, Sarah,” he says, sitting on an armr