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“Yeah,” Noah said. “I heard him when I cut through the park. Thought it was a cat at first. Then I saw him.”
“Are you out of your mind? We need to call 911—now!”
“I already did,” he said. “They’re on the way.”
He pulled the baby closer, folding his leather jacket around both of them. Underneath, he wore only a thin T-shirt.
He was shaking from the cold, teeth barely clicking together—but he didn’t seem to care.
“I’m keeping him warm,” he said simply. “If I don’t, he won’t make it.”
No drama. No hero speech.
I stepped closer.
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