window, her breath fogging the glass. “Daddy, look.”
James followed her gaze. Across the street, huddled on a bench at the bus stop, sat a young woman. She couldn’t have been more than 25 with blonde hair falling limply around her face. But what stopped James’s heart was the bundle. In her arms, a tiny infant, maybe 3 or 4 months old, wrapped in what continue reading …
