SNATCHED
Surely a parent's worst nightmare is when their child goes missing, when it is the fault of the father, it can never be forgiven, but does the blame really lie with him?
Renton Graverson arrived home with a pram which should have had a baby in it. Instead it contained a gaping void, which he should have noticed long before his hysterical wife pointed it out. "Where’s baby?" Nancy, his wife, shrieked. Renton couldn't answer her. He hadn't the faintest idea. He had presumed the baby was in the pram, fast asleep, though upon further inspection, it clearly wasn't. He raced out the house and retraced his steps, repeating in his head the same words over and over like a dark mantra: Baby's been snatched. Baby's been snatched. Baby's been snatched.
