Amy was walking around the kitchen in a stunned state of mind, twisting her hair as she moved. She didn’t want to sit and she didn’t want to stand. She just wanted their baby back. Marissa and Evan headed for the family room to check and Amy hurried to the nursery. She searched all around the room. Most of the baby’s things were gone. The person that took him rushed around picking out things to scoop up in a hurry. A few items were on the floor. His little denim shirt had been dropped. She sat down in the middle of the room as the impact hit her squarely between the eyes. Amy picked up the tiny shirt in her hands. She looked upward. “God, where’s our baby? You have to bring him back to us.” She picked up the shirt, brought it up to her face, and buried her nose in it. Amy leaned over and slowly slumped onto the floor still clutching his little shirt in her hand.