Newborn Baby Cries All Day No Matter What Parents Do, after a While They Check His Crib

Walter came home from work, the sound of his infant son’s cries filling the house. Abby, sitting in the kitchen, looked exhausted, tears streaking her face.
“How long has Logan been crying?” Walter asked, wrapping his arms around her.

“I’ve tried everything!” Abby sobbed. “I fed him, changed him, burped him, bathed him—nothing works! I even checked his temperature. I don’t know what to do.”

Becoming parents just a month ago had turned their lives upside down, and Logan’s constant crying had left Walter feeling helpless.

“We’ll figure it out,” he reassured her, leading her to Logan’s room.

When Walter approached the crib, his expression faltered. Instead of Logan, there was a dictaphone playing his cries, next to a note. He hit stop, and his heart dropped as he read the chilling message:

“I warned you that you’d regret being rude to me. If you want to see your baby again, leave $200,000 in the storage lockers near the pier. If you contact the police, you’ll never see him again.”

Abby gasped, her face pale. “What does this mean? Who would do this?”

Walter’s mind raced. He remembered an encounter with the janitor at the hospital. He had tripped Walter, causing him to drop a gift. In anger, Walter had snapped at him.

“You’ll regret this!” the janitor had threatened.

“It must be him,” Walter said. “We need to go to the police.”

Abby hesitated, clutching the note. “No, the kidnapper said not to. What if they hurt Logan? Maybe we should just pay the ransom.”

“We can’t take that risk,” Walter said firmly. “We need help to get him back safely.”

Reluctantly, Abby agreed.

As they drove toward the police station, Walter’s phone buzzed with a text:
“This is your last warning. If you go to the police, your kid goes into the bay. Deliver the money now.”

Abby broke down in tears. “Walter, we can’t risk it! Just pay them!”

“We’ll figure this out,” Walter said, trying to comfort her. “Let’s get you home first.”

Once Abby was settled, Walter withdrew the money from the bank and followed the instructions, placing the cash in a storage locker near the pier. But instead of leaving, he parked nearby, scanning the area. Minutes later, he saw the janitor taking the bag.

Walter followed him discreetly. The janitor walked to another set of lockers and stashed the bag. Before Walter could confront him, a tourist group blocked his view. By the time they cleared, the janitor had vanished.

Walter rushed to the lockers, only to find the bag gone, and the locker tampered with. His heart sank. He had failed.

Defeated, Walter returned home, but something felt wrong. Abby was gone. Her belongings, even the small, personal items, were missing. He tried calling her, but there was no answer.

The realization hit him like a punch: Abby had orchestrated the kidnapping.

His anger surged. He couldn’t let her get away with this.

Walter returned to the hospital and found Dr. Jones, explaining the situation and making a desperate request. The doctor agreed to help and placed a call to Abby.

“Mrs. Taylor, this is Dr. Jones from the maternity hospital. We’ve identified a critical genetic condition in your son’s routine tests. He needs urgent treatment to prevent life-threatening complications. Please bring him in immediately.”

Walter’s heart pounded as he overheard Abby’s frantic voice on the other end.

After the call ended, Dr. Jones turned to Walter. “She’s bringing him in. You’ll need to act fast.”

Hours later, Walter stood in the hospital lobby, watching Abby walk in with Logan, accompanied by Walter’s brother, James—holding Logan in his arms.

Police officers and FBI agents, tipped off earlier, stepped forward to arrest Abby and James. Abby screamed at Walter, accusing him of endangering their child by not paying the ransom.

“You think you’ve won?” she yelled as she was handcuffed. “Logan isn’t even yours! He’s James’s son! You couldn’t give me a baby, so I found someone who could.”

Walter froze. James avoided his gaze, guilt written all over his face.

“Logan may not share my blood,” Walter said, stepping forward. “But he’s my son in every way that matters. And I’ll raise him to be nothing like either of you.”

Months later, Walter finalized Logan’s adoption and began rebuilding their lives. The betrayal left deep scars, but every time Logan smiled, Walter felt hope return.

One evening, Walter whispered to his son, “You’re my miracle, Logan. Together, we’ll create a life full of love, no matter what it takes.”

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