"I want my child back." Saira said into the phone as soon as the man answered the call.
And received an immediate reply, "No."
"What do you mean no? I said I want him back. You have to bring him back to me!"
"No means exactly that, Saira." His tone didn't waver. It was calm, flat—dangerously so. "When the child was born, you made your choice. You handed him over instead of taking the other choice and coming with the child. It can be considered you sold your child. Whether it was legal, moral, or just a desperate move at the time, it doesn't matter now. The fact remains—he is mine now. The only reason you still get photos is because I made a promise. A small mercy. Nothing more."
"If you don't bring me my child, I will sue you! I will have you charged for kidnapping! I was barely in my right mind when everything happened..." she snapped but the man simply laughed.
