The cops were knocking on doors this morning up and down the street.
They looked at Roo and said, well, we don’t want to upset you but.
Someone dumped a newborn at the end of our street last night. She’s alive, but it sounds like she probably won’t make it.
They’re looking for information about any pregnant women we’ve noticed in the neighborhood.
What does your life have to look like to make that kind of decision? How do we fail someone so badly that this feels like their only option?
Please send good vibes, prayers, wishes, or whatever your gig is for this little girl and her mom.
ETA - it’s a boy, actually, and he’s in critical care. The state took emergency custody of him. We saw a news report with an interview of the people who found him, and it turns out it was the girl we saw racing across the street in a bathrobe and slippers this morning like her feet were on fire.
ETA 10/22: He made it! He went home with a foster family this weekend.
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