"Lee? Where is my kid?" She yelled down the phone.
"Sandra, calm down. He's fine." I said through gritted teeth, she made me so angry.
"I can hear crying." She sang. "So, obviously he's not fine." He voice went deep again.
"He thinks I'm angry at him." I explained.
"I want him back." She demanded.
"Come and get him; I don't know where you live now." I hung up the phone quickly so that she could not disagree.
I stared at the floor, thinking.
I don't know how long had passed but sooner or later I heard someone knocking at the door.
"I'll get it." I shouted to Michael as I snapped out of my staring trace.
I looked through the peep-hole, just to see if she had brought her men with her.
"Hello, Lee." She said through the door. I still don't know how she could've seen me.
I opened the door, seeing there was only her and one other man, who didn't look quite as burly and rough as the other men.
"Hey, Sandra." I said miserably.
"Where's Eddie?" She invited herself in. The man followed her. He looked around my house, inspecting everything.
"Who is this?" I asked, pointing to the man.
"He... is Jeff. He's my... special friend." She giggled at the last two words and he looked at her, smiling.
I pulled a face.
"Don't be so immature." She said crossly. She's one to talk. "Now, where's Eddie?"
"Let me call him." I turned towards the stairs. "Eddie! Your mother's here!" I yelled. He seemed to hear me as Michael escorted him down.
"Mommy!" Eddie squealed, hugging his mom. "Mommy!"
"Eddie. You ran away. Why would you do that?" She towered above him menacingly.
"Sorry, Mommy." He looked as if he was going to cry again. I leaped over and bear-hugged him so he wouldn't.
I looked around for anything that could cheer him up. I suddenly realised something.
"Where's the man...? Jeff?" As soon as I had finished speaking, Jeff came out of the kitchen and into the hallway where we were all still standing.
"What were you doing in there?" I asked him as he pulled something out from behind his back.
"Oh." I said, getting it now. "So, why?" I turned to Sandra, but her eyes were as wide as everyone elses.
"I... I didn't." She stuttered with fear as we all backed away from the man brandishing the large kitchen knife.