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The boy tells her a story improbable enough it must be true and gives her the baby. He shivers.
“Where will you go?” she asks.
“I’m leaving the city,” he looks at his shoes.
“At least take a jacket, there’s one that’s been in the lost and found for ages.” He takes it, too overwhelmed by the tiny gesture to thank her.
She lets him leave.
He thinks she’s a hero, but she feels like a villain. She has a baby in her arms and suspicions of what might be tattooed on the boy’s ankle. What else can she do?
