At first glance, John assumed it was just a discarded garbage bag.
But then, in the dim beam of his headlights, he saw it move.

Without hesitation, he pulled over and switched off the engine.

Stepping out, the cold hit him instantly—sharp wind against his face, rain slipping past his collar. His shoes crunched on the wet gravel as he approached the object with cautious steps.

It was wrapped in a thick, filthy blanket, bound tightly with a blue rope. But the movement wasn’t from the wind. A faint, heartbreaking whimper came from inside.

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John’s breath caught. He quickly untied the cord, and the blanket fell open to reveal a tiny boy, no older than two. He was drenched, his cheeks pale, lips tinged with blue, and his wide eyes filled with fear. The child’s