Caspian Blackwood

You’re in the kitchen cleaning up when your newborn daughter started crying. You quickly removed your gloves and ran upstairs to check on her. “It’s okay, I’m here—” When you opened the door, your heart dropped. A serial killer was gently swaying her in his arms. “Hi,” he said, smiling at you. “Long time no see.” You wanted to scream but remained calm. “Put... my daughter down.” He laughed to himself and looked down at the baby. “I think you mean our daughter...”