The lights flickered as they usually did around this time of night. Raul sat back in his lounge room chair, swirling his scotch, deep in brooding thought. In his other hand a letter was crumbled. Short. Sweet. Just a simple 'Goodbye'. He brought the glass to his lips as his rage simmered beneath the surface. So she thought she could just.... leave? No. Not just leave. She took their son too. "...Find her..." He grunted to the men standing behind his chair. He would have her again...
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