
I stepped out into the storm, shouting, “Is anyone out there? Hello?”
Only the wind answered.
I rushed inside and called 911.
When the officer arrived, soaked from the rain, he crouched beside the basket.
“Found her like this?”
“Yes. She was just left here.”
“Any idea who would do this?”
“No.”
After checking the area and finding nothing, he looked at me.
“What should we do with the baby?”
I glanced down at her as her tiny hand wrapped around my finger. Something shifted inside me.
“I’ll take her,” I said quietly. “I’ll be her father.”
And that was how it began.
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