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

I yanked off my scarf and wrapped it around them both, tucking it over the baby’s head and around Jax’s shoulders.

“Hey, little man,” Jax murmured. “You’re okay.

We got you. Hang in there. Stay with me, yeah?”

He rubbed slow circles on the baby’s back with his thumb.

My eyes burned.

“Like five minutes?

Maybe,” he said. “It felt longer.”

“Did you see anyone?” I scanned the dark edges of the park.

Rage and sadness hit at once.

Someone left this baby out here. On a night like this.

Sirens cut through the quiet air.

An ambulance and a patrol car rolled up, lights bouncing off the snow.

Two EMTs jumped out, grabbing bags and a big thermal blanket.

A police officer followed, coat half-zipped.

“Over here!” I yelled, waving.

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