The jet engines roared as the plane descended toward the runway.
Mark kept his eyes locked on the live video stream nonstop.
Brenda had forced Leo to sit back on the high stool.
Brenda: If you don't take this, no toys for a month!
Leo: I just want my real mom back!
Brenda's face turned pale with deep irritation at those words.
Brenda: I am the lady of this house now!
Leo: You are not my mom and you never will be!
Mark held his breath as Brenda raised her hand in anger.
She slammed her fist onto the counter next to the cup.
Brenda: Stop talking back to me this instant!
Mark gripped the edge of his leather seat until fingers turned white.
Mark: Hang on, buddy, daddy is coming home right now.
The private jet touched down hard on the wet runway asphalt.
As soon as the wheels stopped, Mark unlatched the heavy door.
He ran across the tarmac directly toward his black luxury SUV.
Driver: Mr. Davis, where are we heading so fast?
Mark: Drive to the house as fast as possible!
The vehicle sped out of the airport gates onto the highway.
Mark kept watching the kitchen monitor on his cell phone display.
Brenda was trying to trick the little boy into drinking now.
Brenda: It tastes sweet like juice, Leo, just try it.
Leo: It smells weird and bad, I don't want it!
Brenda: Take one sip or you go to your room all day!
Mark tapped his phone screen with extreme anxiety and fear.
Mark: Faster, John, step on the gas right now!
Driver: We are driving thirty miles over the speed limit!
Mark: I do not care, just get me home safely!
The SUV turned sharply onto the quiet suburban residential street.
Mark saw his grand brick mansion coming into sight ahead.
His heart beat violently against his ribs as the car stopped.