SEVENTY

DORIS SLOWLY made her way up the rooftop of the almost dilapidated building. Praying with every wrinkle in her that the kids were safe.

As she rode alone to the address that Lucy had sent her, a lot of thoughts and questions kept swirling in her head. Why was Lucy doing this to her? What wrong did she do to deserve?

She tried to think of how and when she'd offended Lucy. She'd been nothing but good to her so why was she doing this?

As Doris got to the rooftop, the voices of three kids who were tied to chairs so close to the very low railings, called out to her behind the duct tape muffling their cries.

Doris' heart dropped to her stomach as she watched them struggle. She ran towards them to free them from their bondage but Lucy held Max's chair, tilting it towards the low railings, causing the poor kid to whimper in fright.

"Move another inch and I will let go," Lucy threatened in a matter-of-factly tone.

Doris held up her hand in surrender. "Okay, Lucy," she