My son, Glenn Collin Star was first taken from me when he was only 4 days old. Back then the world was different, no alerts nobody gave a damn either way, it was the early days of the #misandry movement which has engulfed and destroyed my generations men.... I was STRONGER than that, I made the Port of Portland authority police stop the kidnapper and I rescued my son, for the moment. Turns out that was just the first kidnapping of my son Glenn. 3 and a half years later, 6 months after burying my mother, I get a call at work, its my sister, who's family is staying with me after mom died, she was only 21 and I 27, no parents... she says Glenn is gone and Kurt is alone here, what to do with my oldest son? Glenn had been kidnapped a second time?!! This time he was absconded without warning 1800 miles away from his lush green home in Oregon, to the harsh torrid southwest desert of Hobbs, New Mexico...