Sixteen years ago I found a stranger’s baby in a car trunk — I never imagined she’d been left there for me.

Lori would never feel like she was missing anything.

She became my whole world.

On her sixteenth birthday, I woke up at five to bake her a cake. The frosting was uneven, and the pink “16” looked ridiculous.

Lori hugged me tight.

“Best cake ever, Dad.”

I left for work smiling.

My first job was a sedan someone had dropped off before opening.

I lifted the hood, checked the engine, then opened the trunk.

My heart stopped.

Inside lay a yellow child’s blanket covered in tiny blue birds.

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