A Cold Wife, Sweet Husband

―I used to believe that. But now that I see what you're doing, I'd rather have my integrity back. I'm going to start by turning you into the police and telling them what you did to her. His voice cracked.

Jessica realized that this was probably the hardest thing Harrison Jr. ever had to do. He reached for his father who ran off. She didn't bother to watch them as he chased his father. Instead, she raced to the stagecoach and looked inside.

Tears came to her eyes when she didn't see Ryan. As stupid as it was to do, she opened the box and peered inside. There was no way he could fit in there but suddenly, she wasn't thinking clearly. Where could he have gone? He couldn't even run anymore.

She quickly checked under and around the stagecoach but he was nowhere in sight. This is like a nightmare! The fear she experienced when Harrison Sr. came after she was nothing compared to losing a child.

―Ryan! she screamed as panic gripped her. She was half aware of the fact that the father had punched his son in the nose. She cried and screamed for the boy's name again. She frantically went to each side of the stagecoach, wiping her tears so that she could get a clear view of the landscape in front of her.

There were so many trees that anyone could easily get lost in them. She didn't even know where to begin. Harrison Sr. managed to untie a horse and jumped on it. His son swore and ran to his horse. As the son chased his father, she spotted the blue blanket tangled up in a large fallen tree branch. She eagerly ran toward it.