Tina pressed her palms against her temples, fighting the urge to rush forward. She wanted to rip the blanket back, to end the torment of not knowing. But fear pinned her feet, the dispatcher’s warning echoing: don’t interfere, don’t make it worse.
Minutes crept like hours. The evening air cooled, a chill brushing over her arms, amplifying the urgency. If a baby lay inside, hypothermia could already be creeping in. She wrapped her coat tighter, as though trying to shield the tiny, helpless life from the cold.