They left their two-month-old with me while they went shopping. But his desperate crying wouldn’t stop. I checked his diaper and what I found made my hands tremble. I grabbed him and rushed to the hospital.

He would never remember this night.
But it changed all of us.

If you’ve read this far, I’d love to know:
Which part stayed with you the most?
Would you like an alternate version, a darker ending… or perhaps a future chapter when this baby grows up?