My 16-Year-Old Son Rescued a Newborn from the Cold – the Next Day a Cop Showed Up on Our Doorstep

“Okay…” he said.

Daniels took a breath.

“What you did last night,” he said, looking Jax in the eye, “you saved my baby.”

The room went quiet.

“Your baby?” I said.

He nodded.

Jax’s eyes went huge.

“Wait,” he said. “Why was he even out there?”

Daniels swallowed.

“My wife died three weeks ago,” he said softly. “Complications after the birth.

It’s just me and him now.”

My grip tightened on the doorframe.

“I had to go back on shift,” he said. “I left him with my neighbor. She’s solid.

But her teenage daughter was watching him while the mom ran to the store.”

His face tightened.

“She took him out to ‘show a friend,’” he said. “It was colder than she thought. He started crying.

She panicked. Left him on that bench and ran home to get her mom.”

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