The ambulance arrived just in time, its sirens wailing and lights cutting through the darkness like beacons of hope. Paramedics rushed to Evelyn’s side, stabilizing her and wrapping the baby in a thermal blanket. As they worked, Thomas sat back on his heels, his clothes soaked through, his mind a whirl of disbelief and gratitude. The baby girl was whisked away to the hospital, Evelyn following closely behind, her fate uncertain.
Days turned into weeks, then months. Thomas returned to his life of solitude, the events at Greenwood Cemetery a distant, yet unforgettable memory. He often thought of the baby, wondering what had become of her. He’d read in the papers that Evelyn survived and resumed her role at Crosswell Industries, stronger and more determined than ever. But he heard nothing of the child, the tiny life he had helped bring into the world.
Ten years passed. Thomas continued his nightly routes, picking up late-night stragglers and insomniacs wandering the glittering streets of New York City. The cemetery remained a place of shadows in his mind, a chapter closed yet vivid in its starkness.
