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

the storm had begun to weaken. The infant slept in a wooden drawer Grant had removed from an old dresser and lined with folded blankets. He placed it near the stove, close enough for warmth but far enough to be safe, then sat beside it with his elbows on his knees.

Sadie remained near the door.

Every few minutes, she raised her head and listened toward continue reading …