The Day Grief Turned Into a Cry for Help

Instinct overrode fear. I plunged into the icy water. The suitcase was heavier than it should have been. Then I heard it — a faint, muffled cry.

Hands trembling, I fought the zipper. Inside was a tiny baby, wrapped in a soaked blanket, pale and silent.

I pressed my ear to his chest. A heartbeat.

In that instant, my quiet grief exploded into sirens, flashing lights, and questions that would tear our family apart. And I had no idea yet… who this baby really was.