The Note in the Baby’s Bag Named the Man Who Came Knocking

and brought down at least one line across the ridge. Even if the sheriff’s office knew he needed help, no vehicle would reach the cabin before daylight.

He looked down at the child.

“You picked a bad night to find me.”

The baby’s fingers closed around the edge of Grant’s shirt.

That small grip brought back a hospital room he had spent years refusing to continue reading …