Stopping at the lakeside, Richard stepped out into the rain. He opened the back door and lifted the small bundle. For a moment, the baby opened her eyes. Deep blue eyes that seemed to look straight into his soul. She didn’t cry, just gazed at him curiously. Richard hesitated briefly, then hardened his heart.
With a swift motion, he tossed the bundle into the deep waters of Silver Lake and watched as the tiny package sank beneath the ripples. Without looking back, he returned to his car and drove away. The windshield wipers erasing all evidence of what had happened. “It’s done,” he told himself. “Now we can try again for a proper air.” What Richard didn’t see was the young couple, Mary and David Walker, who had been taking shelter from the rain under a nearby bridge.
They had witnessed everything. “Oh my god!” Mary gasped, already running toward the lake. David was faster, diving into the cold water without hesitation. The seconds felt like hours as Mary waited at the edge, praying desperately. “Finally, David’s head broke the surface, one arm keeping him afloat while the other held the pink bundle.
” “She’s alive,” he shouted, swimming back to shore. Mary quickly took the baby, removing the soaked blanket and wrapping her in her own coat. “The little girl coughed up water, but then took a breath, her tiny chest rising and falling. “We need to call the police,” David said, reaching for his phone. Mary looked down at the innocent face of the baby, then at the disappearing tail lights of the expensive car.
