The ground crunched beneath his feet as Taylor Hanson stepped off of the plane with his bag slung over his shoulder.
The Tulsa air was thick but inside his blue Subaru Impreza, Zac Hanson sat comfortably surrounded by the cool air coming from the AC.
Jessica smiled as she watched Zoë cling to Taylor’s side. Zoë had always belonged to him just as she had always belonged to Isaac.
Zac wiped his mouth off and rubbed his now full stomach, feeling much more content than he had when he’d walked inside.
Diana bit her lip worriedly as she glanced out the window for what seemed to be the billionth time that hour.
Micah Porter fiddled with the radio, searching for something soothing to listen to as his partner sped down the busy Interstate 44 headed for Tulsa International Airport.
Police Chief Doug Jackson let out a deep breath as the tape returned to the normal grainy black and white image as if nothing had happened.
“Why are you doing this?” A voice rang out from the backseat as the wind ripped quickly by the windows.
Shelby McCormick sat in Walker Hanson’s study and looked around the room curiously.