Pam POV
My phone dinged, and I opened it and read the message and the photos attached to it.
My stomach plummeted to the ground, and all thoughts of getting clothes for Austin left my mind as I panicked. How had he found me? I did not think it was even real; I did not think he would try to take my son's. I did not believe it.
I had forgotten all about that threat; it had been so long ago.
This is not happening; it can't be.
Tears rolled down my cheek as I sat on my bed and looked blurry-eyed at my phone, hoping and wishing that the text would go away.
But it was still there, bold as you like, staring back at me, taunting me. I could be so stupid and forget this.
It took a while before I controlled my tears, washed my face, and cleaned myself up the best I could. Then, I headed to
