The morning I found the baby changed everything. I was walking home from my early shift when I heard crying near a bus stop. At first, I thought I imagined it—but then I saw a small bundle on the bench. A newborn, cold and alone. Instinct took over. I wrapped him in my scarf and ran home. My mother-in-law, Ruth, went pale when she saw him. “Feed him,” she said softly. After he drank and slept, we called the police. The officer said I’d done the right thing, but after he left, I cried harder than I had in months.
