A BOY ARRIVED WITH TWELVE DOLLARS AND EMPTY BOTTLES TO HAVE HIS BRO/KEN LEG TREATED, BUT THE DOCTOR DISCOVERED HE WAS THE SON WHO HAD BEEN TAKEN FROM HER FIVE YEARS EARLIER: "DON’T HIT ME, I’LL BE GOOD."

I slammed my foot on the accelerator, pushing the old engine to its absolute limit.

The car groaned as the speedometer needle climbed higher into the dangerous red zone.

I had to find the tracker before Michael ran us off the highway.

"Noah, wake up!" I shouted over the sound of the roaring engine.

He jolted awake, looking around the dark cabin in pure panic.

"What is wrong?" he cried.

"Your dad put a tracker on you," I explained frantically.

"Do you know where it is?"

Noah shook his head, tears welling up in his brown eyes again.

I pulled the car onto a gravel shoulder, the tires screeching loudly in the mud.

I turned on the interior light and started aggressively searching his clothes.

I checked his pockets, his oversized shirt, and the plastic grocery bag he still held tightly.

There was nothing out of the ordinary hidden in the fabric.

Then I looked at the expensive, custom-made orthopedic shoe on his uninjured foot.

I pulled the shoe off and ripped the thick foam insole entirely out.

Tucked deep inside the rubber heel was a small, blinking red microchip.

I rolled down my window and threw the shoe as far as I could into the dark woods.

I slammed the car back into gear and sped away down a narrow, unpaved side road.

We drove for another hour until we found a cheap, rundown roadside motel.

I paid for the room in cash and carried Noah inside to hide.

I locked the heavy deadbolt and turned on the small television in the corner to check the local weather.

Instead of the weather forecast, the screen showed a breaking news bulletin.

A picture of my face flashed across the screen in bright, bold colors.

An Amber Alert had just been issued across the entire state.

When my newborn 'passed away,' my mother-in-law leaned in and said

My Husband Left Me Alone in My Car While I Was in Labor

“You’re Dead When We Get Home,” He Snapped

The news anchor announced that Doctor Sarah Evans had violently kidnapped the young heir to the Hayes fortune.

My face was on every television in the country, and there was a fifty-thousand-dollar reward for my immediate capture.

Chapter 4 - The GPS Tracker