Then understanding replaced it.
“He gave the baby his jacket,” I said evenly.
The officer nodded.
“You probably saved that baby’s life.”
Noah stared at the ground.
“I just didn’t want him to die,” he muttered.
After they left, my hands shook until I wrapped them around a mug of tea.
Noah sat at the table with hot chocolate.
“You okay?” I asked.
He shrugged.
“I keep hearing him cry.”
“You did everything right,” I said. “Everything.”
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