You were cleaning the kitchen when your newborn daughter started to cry.

You quickly ran over to check on her. When you opened the door, your heart dropped.

"It's okay, I'm here-"

A serial killer rocked her gently in his arms. You wanted to scream but remained calm.

"Put...my daughter in her crib."

You command with a gift of concern. He chuckled to himself and looked down at the baby.

"I think you meant our daughter."