November 24th, 1989
A street lit by dim street lamps sat in silence, all houses dark and shadows clinging to the stillness. A large church was in front of several apartments, the building taking up majority of the block.
Suddenly a figure in a trenchcoat walked onto the street, walking slowly. It carried something in its arms, glancing around as if feeling it was being watched. Once it neared the church, it made its way up the doorstep and sat, the light falling on its face.
The figure was a young man in his early twenties with a tired face and dark circles under his bright blue eyes. The bundle in his arms squirmed and let out a long, hungry wail. The man rocked the baby, shushing it softly. The infant eventually quieted, her little hands grabbing at his face and his coat.
Sighing, the man stood up and set the baby on the ground gently, prying her hands off his clothes. Still crouching, he set a small note on top of the bundle and then stood, turning his back. Under the streetlight for just a moment, his blue green eyes were wet and a tear fell down his cheek. He walked down the steps to the street where he broke into a jog and disappeared into the November night fog. After he had gone, the abandoned child started to wail again, her cries echoing loudly in the silence, hating being alone.
The light in the front room of the church went on, and a nun opened the heavy wooden door to see the baby. Surprised, she bent down and picked up the child. Almost immediately the little girl stopped crying. The sister saw the note on top of her and opened it, reading;
Her name is Layla. She is a week and a half old. I will return in two years.
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