At the clinic gate, a 7-year-old collapsed, crying, “Mommy has been sleeping for three days, please save them.” The doctor rushed to help the newborn twins, but as he lifted them, his hands shook. Underneath the babies was a handwritten note from the mother that made the doctor freeze in terror…

down at me.

“They are alive,” he said, his voice low and steady. “Both of them. Severe dehydration, dangerous hypothermia despite the heat, and malnutrition. But… they are fighting. They arrived just in time.”

A sound escaped my lips—a whimpering exhalation of a soul that had been holding its breath for five miles. The adrenaline that had kept my heart continue reading …