Her Husband's Mistake

My husband made a terrible mistake. Now our children are missing This should be the trip of a lifetime – a week in New York with my family. As we stroll along the Hudson River, drinking coffee in the sunshine, anyone would think we’re the perfect family. But the truth is far more complicated. I’ve been on edge the whole time because fifteen years ago when we were living in this city my husband Jack did something that ripped our lives apart. I swore I would never come back here, but Jack insisted. One afternoon, in the blur of a crowd, I lose sight of my son. I can’t find him anywhere. Frantic, I call my husband. But what he tells me next shakes me to the core My daughter’s gone missing too. I end the conversation, my whole body shaking with fear. As I’m desperately searching for my children, the phone rings – it’s an anonymous number. The hard voice at the other end gives me an ultimatum: kill my husband or my children will die. The clock is ticking. Can I save my family in time?