Jeffery Herd was the 7th child to be returned. The first seven had been returned consecutively. One each day. Each one beaten worst then the one before. Alex was numb. Nathan had been number 13. He was the last one to be taken and would be the worst beaten. It crushed her soul to the look in to those little children's eyes, the youngest being only 4. They were broken. Hell, SHE was broken. None of the children remembered much, only one thing that every child said. They remembered his voice. Deep, they would describe it, like those monsters on T.V. He would talk to them as he hit them. Tell them why he was doing it. He told them that they had been bad, that they didn't deserve to be alive. The children all cried when they recalled this part. Their parents would wrap them in warm hugs and tell them that he lied. It broke Alex's heart, and Bobbby saw that. He had kicked her out of the last interview, but she knew he did it because he cared. He cared. If Alex needed a shoulder to cry on, which she needed so soften now, he was always there. He would sooth her the best he could. He had begun to sleep over. Whenever she woke from a nightmare he would hold her and quiet her fears. Bobby was a blessing in this hell she currently resided in. Bobby gave her hope, so did her family. Her sister was suffering too and she knew that, but she couldn't comfort her when she herself was almost always crying. All she could do was wait. Wait with her Bobby. Wait for the boy she had given birth to to come home.