Sixteen years ago, I found a newborn baby in the trunk of a car and eventually became her father. On her sixteenth birthday, another car showed up at my garage. When I opened the trunk, the same yellow blanket was waiting inside.
Sixteen years ago, I was thirty-nine, single, and better at rebuilding transmissions than holding babies.
I worked at a neighborhood garage with three other mechanics: Frank, Dennis, and Ray.
One January morning, my boss tossed me a key ring while I was pouring coffee.
I had no idea what was waiting in the trunk.
“Blue sedan outside,” he said. “Tow truck brought it in overnight. Owner says it won’t start. Check everything.”
I had no idea what was waiting in the trunk.
I popped the hood first.
Nothing unusual.
Battery. Cables. Starter.
I opened the rear door and found an empty car seat base.
Nothing obvious.
My boss shouted from the office, “Check the rest of it too.”
I opened the rear door and found an empty car seat base.
That stopped me.
Then I lifted the trunk lid.
At first, I thought the sound came from outside.
Under a yellow blanket covered in tiny blue birds was a newborn girl, red-faced, trembling, and very much alive.
A thin little whimper.
I leaned closer.
Under a yellow blanket covered in tiny blue birds was a newborn girl, red-faced, trembling, and very much alive.
I dropped my flashlight and yelled.
The next twenty minutes were chaos.
Ray still hadn’t shown up, which was strange. He was almost always the first one there.
Frank called 911.
Dennis found clean shop towels.
Ray still hadn’t shown up, which was strange. He was almost always the first one there.
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