Walter came home to hear his baby son’s heartbreaking cries and found his wife, Abby, in tears—nothing had soothed Logan all day. But when Walter approached the crib, he found not their baby, but a dictaphone playing Logan’s cries and a ransom note demanding $200,000.

Abby panicked, but Walter suspected the janitor he once insulted at the hospital. Against the note’s warning, he went to the police—only to receive a chilling message: go in, and Logan dies. After Abby became suddenly sick, Walter took her home, withdrew the cash (fake bills), and made the drop.

He followed the janitor, but the man claimed he’d only been paid to move the bag. When Walter opened the locker—empty, with a hole in the back—his heart sank.

At home, Abby had vanished, all her things gone. Realizing she was in on it, Walter tracked her down with help from a bribed doctor. She called, demanding money for Logan’s “treatment.” Walter paid—and tipped off the police.

At the hospital, officers arrested Abby and Walter’s own brother, James, who had been helping her. Abby screamed: “Logan isn’t even yours!”

But Walter held his son close and said, “He’s mine. No matter what.”

Love isn’t always about blood—sometimes it’s about who stays.