After a long shift, firefighter Ethan steps into his apartment elevator — and finds a baby. What begins as a shocking discovery soon unravels everything he thought he knew about love, loss, and second chances. Some doors open quietly.
Others change your life forever.
It was just past midnight when I stepped into the elevator of my apartment building after a 48-hour shift at the firehouse. My hands still smelled faintly of smoke, and my boots left a trail of city dust behind me.
The elevator gave its usual groan — a weary sound that made me wonder whether it was haunted or simply as tired as everyone who rode it.
I pressed the button for the third floor and leaned my head against the wall, half-asleep before the doors could close.
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