The morning I found the baby divided my life into a clear before and after. I was walking home from a pre-dawn shift, focused on heat and sleep, when a thin, desperate cry cut through traffic and pulled me toward a bus stop. At first, I nearly ignored it, blaming exhaustion and the way new motherhood sharpens every sound. But the cry grew urgent, and when I approached the bench, I saw a small bundle that moved. Inside the blanket was a newborn, no more than days old, his skin cold, his tiny fist waving helplessly at the dark street. I called out, hoping for an answer, but only the wind responded.
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