Lindsey heard the children sobbing; her soul was hanging by a thread. Her mind couldn't believe that the woman she had been searching for was more cunning than her. She glanced at her friend Janna, who was being attended to by her doctor. Kyle, holding his grandfather's hand, had dark eyes reflecting both coldness and concern. Lindsey was petrified, unsure of what to do. From her position, she glanced at the security men who were kneeling on the side of the house. Hatred started to rule her, an