I Adopted a Baby Left at the Fire Station, 5 Years Later, a Woman Knocked on My Door And Said, You Have to Give My Child Back
Five years ago, I was halfway through a quiet night shift at Fire Station 14, nursing a cup of burnt coffee, when everything changed. The wind outside howled through the empty streets, rattling the windows like something restless was waiting. My partner, Joe, was flipping through a magazine, occasionally glancing at the clock, when a…