“You came,” he said, standing slowly.

“Where is my son, Lachlan.”

Chapter 22 — Bring Him Out

“You’re always so dramatic,” he said, with a tired sigh, as though I were the difficult one, as though we were arguing about dinner reservations and not about our child’s life in an abandoned building at one in the morning.

“Bring my son out,” I said.

“Right now.”