Two years had passed since Jack's apparent demise. Wood's life had transformed.
He became a loving father to 8-month-old Theodore, whose mother was Kim, Sarah's daughter.
Wood's childhood crush had blossomed into a beautiful relationship.
Kim's mother, Sarah, had faced consequences for her past actions. Eva, Wood's mother, had taken over as the organization's leader, bringing justice and reform.
Wood's family life brought him joy, but the past still lingered.
Theodore's giggles and coos filled Wood's heart with love.
As he watched Kim tenderly care for their child, Wood knew he'd found happiness.
But whispers of Jack's possible survival haunted him.
Was Jack truly dead, or was it a clever ruse?
Wood's instincts remained on high alert, protecting his family.
Meanwhile, Alex's allegiance remained a mystery.
Kim's birthday celebration was in full swing, laughter and music filling the air.
But suddenly, Eva's panicked scream pierced the joy.
"Wood! Theodore is missing!"
Wood's world froze. He rushed upstairs, Kim by his side, fear etched on her face.
The nursery was empty. Theodore's crib, vacant.
Wood's mind raced. Jack's ghost haunted him, but he was dead... wasn't he?
Confusion and rage warred within Wood.
Who could do this?
He vowed to find the culprit, no matter the cost.
"If I find out who took my son," Wood growled, "they'll pay with their life."
Kim clung to him, trembling.
"Theodore, my baby... please find him."
Eva joined the search, her expression grim.
The partygoers, now somber, scattered to search the premises.
Alex, noticeably absent, sent a text: "I'm on my way."
Wood's instincts screamed warning.
Was Alex involved?
The clock ticked, each passing moment agonizing.
Where was Theodore?
And who dared take him?