Finding Ethan
Marcus’s voice echoed through the house.
“Ethan! It’s Uncle Marcus!”
For a moment there was silence.
Then a tiny voice answered from upstairs.
“Uncle Marcus… I’m up here.”
“Stay right there, buddy. I’m coming.”
Heavy footsteps climbed the stairs.
Then another voice appeared—angry and slurred.
“Who the hell are you? That’s breaking and entering. I’m calling the cops!”
“Go ahead,” Marcus replied calmly. “Tell them why you hit a four-year-old with a baseball bat.”
“That brat wouldn’t shut up,” the man snapped. “Kept crying for his dad.”
What happened next was quick.
I heard a sharp crack through the phone.
Kyle screamed.
