The next day, Sean left for work with red eyes. He hadn't slept all night. His plan to kidnap Clara was fully formed. He didn't want to lose his wife. He didn't want to be apart from her.
"Clara, no matter what, you will always be mine. I will have you completely. I will get you pregnant again, and let's raise many children together."
Sean didn't act immediately. He knew his biggest mistake all this time had been acting on emotion. Not this time. This time… everything had to be neat, quiet, and leave no room for error.
In his spacious office, Sean sat alone. The computer in front of him was on, displaying stock market charts. Sean's face looked stiff. His breathing was irregular.
His phone lay on the desk, the screen still lit—names he only contacted when the situation was truly dire.
He exhaled, then tapped one name.
"Do it today," he said briefly, without beating around the bush. "I want Clara brought back alive, healthy, and unharmed!_
