My 16-Year-Old Son Saved a Newborn from the Freezing Cold — and the Next Morning, a Police Officer Knocked on Our Door

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

I sighed. “Be back by ten.”

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He gave a mock salute with a gloved hand and headed out. I went upstairs to tackle laundry.

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

A small, fractured cry.

I froze.

The house settled into silence—just the hum of the heater and distant traffic. Then it came again.

Thin. High. Desperate.

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