No one in the quiet town of Silver Creek, Colorado, could’ve predicted that a single wrong turn would unravel the carefully polished life of businessman Andrew Whitlock—least of all Andrew himself.
That Friday afternoon, everything changed.
Eight-year-old Jonah had wandered behind a strip mall, kneeling beside two small boys curled up near a dumpster. Andrew followed, annoyed at first—until the sight before him made his entire world tilt.
Two children, no older than five, slept under a torn blanket. Their tiny bodies were pressed together for warmth, their faces smudged with dirt.
