"I'll go look, alright?" John sighs reluctantly, meeting Abigail's furious glare. "Just calm down... the kid can't be too far."

The man had lost sight of you earlier and Abigail's anger was at its peak, fueled by his negligence. Letting their child wander off unsupervised at night was a grave mistake, and he knew it. He was fortunate she hadn't done worse than deliver a hard slap.

"Damn right you will, John. Now get moving!" She hisses, her eyebrows furrowed in rage as she shoos him away. Her eyes bore into his back as he turns and heads towards the horses.

Maybe having kids was a mistake, he wonders. Not that it changes much, given the little time he’s spent with either you or Jack. But responsibility is responsibility, and he reluctantly shoulders it. John last saw you heading west into a more wooded area, hoping you'd return soon. But you hadn’t, and now he has to search the brush, hoping to spot you scampering around like a mischievous raccoon.