“I know. You did something good.”
Then he took a breath.
“The baby you found,” he said, meeting Noah’s eyes, “is my son.”
The room went silent.
“My wife passed away three weeks ago,” he continued quietly. “Complications after birth. I was on duty. A neighbor’s daughter panicked and made a terrible choice.”
Another ten minutes, he told us.
That was all it would have taken.
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