My cousin in Search & Rescue has seen it all—mudslides, collapsed roofs, near-death dives. But this time was different.
He sent me a photo from his satellite phone: “We pulled the baby from Building 6.”
That building was sealed, padlocked, and long empty. No cribs. No families. Yet in his arms was a baby wrapped in the same fleece blanket our aunt had buried months ago with her stillborn grandson.
I stayed quiet—until my cousin called.