She Became My Whole Life… Until Her First Birthday
The police arrived quickly.
I stayed through every question, every form, every careful protocol.
They took the note.
They took the carrier.
They lifted her from my arms like they were removing something delicate from a wreck.
I watched them walk away down the hallway, the pink blanket still half-loose around her legs.
Security footage didn’t help.
No witnesses.
No useful fingerprints.
Whoever left her did it fast and quiet.
