Chapter Forty One

River

We are sitting in our home a couple hours later waiting for someone to tell us if they have found our little boy or not. I knew my father was a psycho and he would do anything to hurt my mother and me, but I never thought he would hurt my child. His grandchild. But I should have known he would do just about anything to hurt me, right?

“River, honey, would you like a glass of tea or a cup of hot chocolate?” Mom comes into the living room from the kitchen and asks me.

“Cup of hot chocolate would be great.” Mom smiles at me, then heads back into the kitchen to get my hot chocolate.

Rock is pacing a hole in the floor and it’s just making me even more nervous. “Rock! Sit down, please.” I ask him, so he does. Then grabs my hand and squeezes it.

“I’m sorry Riv.” He tells me.

“What is there for you to be sorry about Rock?” I ask him.

“Everything River. The way I treated you when