The officer on duty blinked, then leaned forward. “No note? No identifying tags?” Clara shook her head. “Nothing. Just a stroller.” He sighed and scribbled on a form, calling another officer over. They led her into a small room, asked the same questions again and again, their pens scratching across yellow sheets of paper.
“We’ll file it as a lost child,” one officer said, his tone flat with routine. “She’ll be placed in temporary care until a claim is made.” Clara’s arms tightened around the infant. “And if no one comes?”