Jamey Ellis was five years old on the morning Frank Bowden coldly informed him his mother had packed a suitcase and left in the middle of the night and would not be coming back. The boy refused to believed it and patiently waited for her return. There were countless times when he searched for her in stores, streets and avenues. It had been a painful and futile effort, yet he never lost hope of seeing her again until he dreamed a nightmare that made him believe Frank likely made certain she never returned.