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

“This is Theo,” Daniels said. “My son.”

He looked at Jax.

Jax went pale.

“I don’t want to break him,” he said.

“You won’t,” Daniels said. “He already knows you.”

Jax glanced at me.

“Sit,” I said.

“We’ll make sure no one gets dropped.”

He sat on the couch. Daniels gently placed Theo in his arms.

Jax held him like glass, big hands careful.

“Hey, little man,” he whispered. “Round two, huh?”

Theo blinked up at him and reached out.

His tiny hand grabbed a fistful of Jax’s black hoodie.

He held on.

I heard Daniels inhale.

“He does that every time he sees you,” he said. “It’s like he remembers.”

My eyes stung.

Daniels pulled a card from his pocket and handed it to Jax.

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