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“She was in a shopping cart by the soda aisle. No one came back for her.”
I pulled back the soft edge of the blanket. Inside was a tiny, pale newborn baby girl, alarmingly cold and so very small.
“Oh my goodness,” I whispered.
“Mom, please do something,” Milana pleaded.
That little voice snapped me right back into action. I told Daniel to go get the warm continue reading …
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