The wind swept through the nearly empty fall street, dragging yellow leaves across broken sidewalks and brushing softly against the aging brick buildings of a neighborhood long forgotten. Officer Michael Reyes had worn the badge for twelve years. He had seen overdoses, wrecks, domestic calls that left scars deeper than bruises.
But nothing—absolutely nothing—prepared him for what stopped him cold that morning.
Up ahead, beneath a canopy of gold and rust-colored leaves, a tiny figure shuffled forward on bare feet, each step landing on cold concrete. She couldn’t have been older than five. Her blonde hair was matted, clinging to tear-streaked cheeks. In her small hand, she dragged a ripped plastic bag filled with crushed cans and bits of trash.
Then Michael noticed the sling.
An old blue T-shirt had been tied clumsily around her shoulder, stretched across her chest. Inside it slept a baby—so small his head rested perfectly beneath her chin. His skin looked pale. His lips were dry. Even in sleep, he looked exhausted.
Michael’s breath caught.
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