Non-Custodial Parental Abduction
Perhaps the biggest fear families torn apart by divorce is the non-custodial parent taking the kids and vanishing. This particular crime isn’t written about much by journalists. Most people believe it’s a family problem and should stay that way.
Nothing could be further from the truth. Non-custodial parental kidnapping uproots a child as badly as a stranger kidnapping. It’s even worse in some ways, because the child is assaulted with mostly untrue statements about the parent left behind. They’re confused and scared, wanting to go back to their normal life but also fearing “what if Mom/Dad says is the truth.”
Courts in some areas have so loathe to intervene in what they consider a “family affair” that they refuse to acknowledge that a non-custodial parental kidnapping has occurred until it is far too late to make an effective search for the missing child or issue an Amber Alert. Perhaps recognition that sometimes, the non-custodial parent needs more than a slap on the wrist when there are indicators they will run with a child is the answer.
When their younger twin siblings were murdered by their cold-blooded father, Shane and Keri’s own twin connection deepened. Their father shamed Shane and Keri into silence, and then went on to bring four more children into a house shuddering under the weight of his unpredictable temper.
Ten years later, what should have been a regular visitation turns into a horrific nightmare. Trapped in the Superstition Mountains with an addicted and dangerous father, Keri’s faith and determination wavers, but she knows she must save her brothers and sisters and return all of them to the home they love.
She now faces one insurmountable obstacle. He can’t afford to let her go.
The window in my bedroom that I share with my two younger brothers overlooks Main Street. I angle my head, so I can attempt to see where my twin is.
“See Keri?” Axe, my best bud, asks.
“Nope. But I do see a bunch of cars leaving.” I face him and grin. “That means she’s on her way back.”
“Great. We can leave now.”
“Looks that way.”
He and I race down the stairs. The normal noise of a large family during winter holiday break greets me, along with what can only be described as evil snickering. We come around the corner, shoving and pushing to see which one of us gets to the bottom first, with me gaining an inch on my bud.
“Yes!” I pump a fist and hop down the last three steps, the satisfaction of proving once and for all that I’m the best pass receiver on our team.
“I am so going to beat you one of these days,” he says.
We knuckle bump and clown around.
“Ready when you are, honey,” a strange female voice says.
About the K.C. Sprayberry
Born and raised in Southern California’s Los Angeles basin, K.C. Sprayberry spent years traveling the United States and Europe while in the Air Force before settling in northwest Georgia. A new empty nester with her husband of more than twenty years, she spends her days figuring out new ways to torment her characters and coming up with innovative tales from the South and beyond.
She’s a multi-genre author who comes up with ideas from the strangest sources. Those who know her best will tell you that nothing is safe or sacred when she is observing real life. In fact, she considers any situation she witnesses as fair game when plotting a new story.
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