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

brushed the snow away. The shepherd watched his hands closely but made no move to stop him.

A newborn boy lay inside the carrier, wrapped in a gray sweatshirt and a woman’s coat. His skin looked pale beneath the porch light. His lips had begun to lose their color.

“Easy,” Grant murmured, though he wasn’t sure whether he meant the dog, the child, or himself.continue reading …