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The sky hung heavy with thick gray clouds as an icy wind swept down from the mountains, stirring wet leaves along the deserted road. John had been driving for over two hours, rushing back to the city after an urgent call from work. His loyal German Shepherd, Barbara, lay curled on the passenger seat, dozing peacefully. As he drove deeper into the mist, his headlights picked up a slow-moving car ahead. Something about it felt off. Easing off the gas,

John watched as the rear door of the car suddenly cracked open—and in a split second, something was thrown out onto the roadside. The door slammed shut and the vehicle disappeared into the rain. John’s pulse quickened. “Did you catch that, girl?” he muttered. Barbara, now alert, fixed her gaze on the dark object that had landed on the side of the road. It looked like a garbage bag—until it moved,

Pulling over without hesitation, John stepped out into the bitter cold. Rain soaked through his collar as he cautiously approached the bundle wrapped in a dirty blanket, tightly bound with a blue rope. Then he heard it—a soft, frightened whimper. Rushing to untie the cord, he uncovered a shivering two-year-old boy, pale and soaked, his lips tinged blue. John quickly wrapped the child in his jacket and brought him into the warmth of the car,

where Barbara gently licked the boy’s cheek. Minutes later, paramedics arrived and confirmed the child had severe hypothermia, but had been saved just in time. At the police station, officers suspected he was the missing child from a foster facility case. The next morning, John learned the boy was stable, with child protection services stepping in. As he stared out the window that night, Barbara resting at his feet, John couldn’t shake the feeling that none of it had been random—he was meant to be there.

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