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

“All the better to vibe with my bad life choices,” he deadpanned.

I rolled my eyes.

“Be back by 10.”

He saluted with one gloved hand and left.

I went upstairs to tackle laundry.

I was folding towels on my bed when I heard it.

A tiny, broken cry.

I froze.

Silence. Just the heater and distant cars.

Then it came again.

Thin. High.

Desperate.

Not a cat. Not the wind.

My heart started pounding.

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