Escape

Prologue. Christmas Eve. As I hurried home along the snowy streets, I got a call from my son. "Dad? There's something I want to talk to you about. ". "What? Don't tell me this is about your Christmas present. ". "No, it's not! I'm waiting at grandpa's bar, so could you come here, please? See you later! " He hung up. "That little scoundrel. ".