A lonely trucker almost passed the starving dog in the storm-then his headlights caught what the animal was hiding under its body…

a cheek, a closed eyelid, a tiny hand curled against a soaked cotton sleeve.

A baby boy lay tucked against the dog’s belly.

Hank stopped breathing. The child was small, not newborn but still helpless, six or seven months old at most. His lips had a bluish cast. His skin felt colder than any living thing should feel. Hank pressed two fingers against the continue reading …