Micah's home. He's finally home.
Well, almost.
After three years of chasing lead after lead, Jeremy and I finally tracked one down that brought our baby back to us. Peterson's imprisoned in our basement. Chris is back, and life is good. Or it will be, rather. Once they get to get him home legally.
Which should be easy enough.
Except, the governing entities assigned to Micah's case aren't stupid. They found the kid, but not the kidnapper. They might not be able to prove it, but they know we have Peterson.
And they won't give Micah back until their questions for Peterson are answered.