One fussed quietly, fists waving. The other slept soundly, chest rising and falling.

“Sav…” My voice barely worked. “What is that?”

“Mom, please! I found it abandoned on the sidewalk,” she cried. “There are babies inside. Twins. No one was there. I couldn’t just walk away.”

My legs turned to jelly.

She pulled a folded note from her pocket. The handwriting was rushed, desperate:

Please take care of them. Their names are Gabriel and Grace. I can’t do this. I’m only 18. My parents won’t let me keep them. Please, please love them like I can’t. They deserve so much better than I can give right now.

The paper fluttered in my trembling hands.

“Mom?” Savannah’s voice cracked. “What do we do?”