Peeking through the blinds she saw the cheverlet driving into the distence her child still tucked securley under her arm crying quietly.Being careful not to move a muscle in fear of being seen the cheverlet continued down the road with a constant speed of around 15mph.A few moments passed with no sign of the men or the suond of thier gross engine.
She looked down and kissed her child on the forehead all worry now replaced with comfort and security for her newborn.The child was still crying ferousicly due to the recent events.Things were still on her mind regardless of the problems the 3 men in the cheverlet had bestowed upon her.She was still anxiuos about her husbands whereabouts.She had not seen him for a week and a half.She also at one piont had contacted the police.On several ocassions as a matter a fact.The whole city had been combed for him only to return with cynical news.
He had not been found but there had been a great ransacking of thier home away from home log cabin in Manchestor where he had recently visted for the weekend for unknown reasons benounst even to her.Oddly enough there was not even a shread of evidence for a crime comited in the house or anywhere in the general area.He she hated the thought that he would even think about dumping her with thier newborn child only because of thier finacial situation and the upbringing of another individual in the house.
But if it happened to be a murder then the sociopath or serail killer who had killed him wouldn't have never found a better oppurtunity for it if it were given to him packaged with a bow.