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Dominique I look at Amy huddled in the corner of my car, the little boy in her arms. I can't believe that she tried to run again after the warning I gave her yesterday. I had a hunch something would happen so I did what I do best to hide a microphone tracker but not in her but our son I don't a s**t if I'm using my own flesh and blood to keep tabs on both my wife and child. “It took me a long time to find you, my wild flower.” “You weren't meant to,” she said coldly. I let it slide because she was holding onto our son so tightly I was surprised he could breathe. “When's his birthday?” She let out a sarcastic chuckle. “I don't believe you, why should you give a s**t about your own son's, why should you give a s**t about your own wife’s?!” she sneered. I knew when her birthday was b