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“I know. You did something good.”

“The baby you found,” he said, meeting Noah’s eyes, “is my son.”
The room went silent.
“My wife passed away three weeks ago,” he continued quietly. “Complications after birth. I was on duty. A neighbor’s daughter panicked and made a terrible choice.”
Another ten minutes, he told us.
That was all it would have taken.
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