I Adopted a Baby Left at the Fire Station, 5 Years Later, a Woman Knocked on My Door And Said, You Have to Give My Child Back
It was one of those stormy nights that firefighters know all too well—the kind where the rain lashes against the bay doors in heavy sheets and the wind whistles through every crack in the building. Inside Fire Station #14, the atmosphere was quiet but tense, the calm between calls hanging heavy in the air. Joe…