Then, when nothing seemed out of the ordinary, a car appeared ahead. A strange car was slowly moving forward. At one point, it slowed down, the back door opened slightly — and a black garbage bag was tossed onto the side of the road. The car immediately sped up and disappeared around the bend.
The driver tensed up. The dog growled and cautiously lifted its head. He slowed down and stopped. The garbage bag on the side… moved.
His heart pounded in his chest. He got out of the car and approached the bag.
With trembling hands, he took out a knife and carefully cut open the bag. Beneath the plastic layer was some fabric. And from inside, a tiny child’s hand appeared. Alive.
He pulled back, shocked. Then he gently unwrapped the fabric. In front of him lay a child. A little boy. About two years old. His face was covered in mud, his lips pale, his eyes closed.
He wrapped the boy in his jacket, picked him up, and carried him to the car. The dog whimpered softly and licked the boy’s cheek. The child sighed — and went quiet again.
The man got behind the wheel. His fingers were shaking. Now what? Police? Hospital? Or…
He drove to the hospital.
Later he saw the news. A child had gone missing. Two years old. The parents — nowhere to be found. Most likely fled.
A week later, he applied for temporary guardianship. A month later — permanent.
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