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There, sitting neatly in the shadow of the steps, was an infant carrier.
It took Bobby a second to realize what he was seeing — to believe it wasn’t some kind of hallucination from sleep deprivation. The baby inside couldn’t have been more than six months old, bundled in a faded fleece onesie that looked a size too small. Way too thin for the almost single digit weather they were currently having at the end of December.
The baby’s little fists were clenched and shaking, his face flushed from crying, lips parted as he hiccuped softly through exhaustion. His eyes were red rimmed, and his nose was running.
Bobby instinctively reached out and wiped the poor baby’s nose with his sleeve.
That’s when he noticed that there was a note taped to the handle.
Bobby’s stomach twisted as he peeled it off with careful fingers.“His name is Evan. He is six months old. He failed his purpose. He is unwanted now. Please don’t try to find us. ”
He read it again. Then again.
Failed his purpose?
How the fuck could a baby fail their purpose?
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When a baby is left at the Minnesota firehouse doorstep, Bobby isn't expecting his world to change overnight. But it does.- Language:
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17 Aug 2025