*ding dong*
"Why is the doorbell going off at this time of the morning." He wondered. He walked to the door slowly and opened it.
No one was there. Then, all of a sudden, he could hear a baby cry. He looked down. A small bundle of blankets lay on his doorstep. He picked up the child. Their skin was ice cold, and they looked like they were skin and bones.
He looked down once again to see one single piece of paper folded neatly among the blankets. He picked it up and opened it. It was a letter.
Dear Roger,
You probably won't remember me. My name is Jennifer. This is your daughter Amelia. Her birthday is September 15th, 1974. You are my last resort. I don't want her to grow up in an abusive household or relationship like I am. Please. Let her grow up loved. I don't want her to have a relationship with my husband as I know what he can do. Consider this my call for help. I will try to visit her if I ever get out of this relationship.
Goodbye and good luck
Jenny
He needed someone to help him at this moment. Freddie's phone was off the hook, Brian would kill him for waking him up at such an ungodly hour. There was only one more person to call. "John. I need your help."
"Well, that's a phrase I never thought would come out of your mouth," the basest replied. " I am on my way."
20 minutes later, both boys were sitting in rogers apartment, questioning what to do next.
"John, you should know what to do. You have like an army of deaklings. " He sounded like he was going to cry.
