Getting prepared, I pull out my custom Glock 17 and switch the safety off. Walking up slowly to the door, I notice right away a trail of blood on the floor. I quickly clear the entryway and move in slowly, keeping my head on a swivel, looking around for not only my wife and children, but my men. The amount of blood only seems to increase the farther into the house we get. Not one body is seen. I clear most of the downstairs and make my way to the kitchen when I hear a noise.
I follow it until I get to the sink and stop to stare.
There, in our stainless steel sink, are two newborn babies. My newborn daughters with blood still covering them. They make small noises, and I breathe a little easier knowing they’re okay.
But what about my boys? And Valeria? My heart starts to hurt.
Whoever did this is going to wish they had never been born.
I make a snap decision to leave my daughters where they are, only for a few minutes, as I finish clearing the bottom floor. I call out to anyone who might be inside the house, but get no reply.
Just as I’m about to go upstairs and start clearing the other floors, I notice movement outside.
I move to the window and stare outside in the trees. Just as I’m about to pull my gun out, my head maid peeks her head out.
She breathes a sigh of relief and comes fully out of the trees, followed by, to my relief, the rest of my children.
She’s holding Valeria in her arm and motioning for the other children to go ahead of her.
Vincenzo is carrying Aurelio on his back, who is sucking on his thumb.
They run inside through the sliding glass door, and I hastily put my gun away before being tackled by them.
Their faces are dirty and tear stricken. They must have been terrified. They shouldn’t have to go through something like this.
But where is she?
“Bernadette, where is my wife?” I ask as she puts Valeria in my arms.
Bernadette’s hopeful smile falls. “I’m sorry, sir, but she was taken away by the men who broke in, right after giving birth.”