The humid midsummer night's air was suffocating. A young woman ran out of the shadows and into the pale orange light of the street-lamps overhead. She looked around for witnesses, finding none she approached the steps of the stone building in front of her. The small cloth bundle in her arms began to cry. "Hush child ain't no one gonna harm you now Mama promises." She cooked softly as she sat the bundle upon the step. Standing up straight she took a deep breath to fortify her courage and rang the doorbell. As soon as the bell finished a the first set of footfalls could be heard she ran off into the darknes. For a moment her mind wondered Bak to the child she left behind and looked to sky, "This is for the best." She muttered never to be seen or heard from again.
