The doorbell rang.

“Can you get that sweetie?” my Mum hollered.

I sighed, pressed pause on my game and made my way to the front door. As I opened it an awkward smile broke on my face, “Dad? Is that you?”

His smile mirrored mine.

“Uh yes, of course it is.”

I was so happy, I only saw him at weekends, I was so glad to see him unexpectedly.

He crouched down, his legs clicking as he did so.

“Would you like to go for a ride in my car?”

“Sure, Daddy!” I said, hugging him.

“Where’s your brother?” Mrs Hanson asked her daughter.

“He went for a car ride with Daddy.”

She rushed to the window and looked outside, she saw her son sitting in a car she did not recognise, it screeched as it accelerated away.

She scrambled outside, but it was too late.

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