3 Amazing Stories About Desperate People Receiving Unexpected Support

Life’s toughest challenges have a way of inspiring extraordinary acts of kindness. These three heartwarming stories show how help can appear in the most surprising ways.

When everything seems lost, hope can appear out of nowhere. In these captivating tales, ordinary people faced desperate situations and discovered support from unexpected places, reminding us of the power of compassion and connection.

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A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

1. Single Mom of Four Buys Used Car, Owner Tells Her to Look In Trunk When She Gets Home

I never imagined I’d end up a single mother of four kids, let alone struggling to make ends meet.

When Adam walked out on us, I was pregnant with our fourth child. He thought it was difficult to raise four children with me.

With no support from him, I was left to fend for my children. Bills piled up while diapers and milk became luxuries I could barely afford.

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A baby bottle | Source: Pexels

I had to act fast, so I searched tirelessly for work, dragging myself from one employer to another, only to hear the same thing.

“We can’t hire a mom with young kids. Something always comes up.”

Out of options, I expanded my search to a nearby city. I begged my neighbors to watch the kids, then spent my last cash on a cab.

By some miracle, I landed a housekeeping job at a hotel. The manager’s words were a relief I hadn’t felt in months.

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A man sitting in an office | Source: Pexels

“We need staff, especially for summer,” he said. “You’re hired.”

I was super excited until I realized commuting to the hotel would cost more than I could afford. I needed a car, even if it was just a beat-up one. At least I wouldn’t have to pay hefty taxi fares every day.

Soon, I found an old sedan online and called the owner, Jeff.

“Could you sell it for $5000?” I asked. “I know it’s less than you’re asking, but I’m a single mom, and this car would change our lives.”

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A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

He was silent for a while before finally speaking up.

“I’ll do it for $5000 if you can bring the money tomorrow.”

“I will… I definitely will!” I said, unaware of where I’d get the money from. “Thank you so much, Jeff.”

That night, I struggled to sleep. I had no savings and terrible credit. I knew the bank would instantly reject my loan application.

In a panic, I realized the only thing of value I had left was my late mom’s gold necklace. It was an heirloom passed down for generations.

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A pendant | Source: Pexels

Selling it felt like betraying her, but I had no choice.

“I’m so sorry, Mom,” I whispered, clutching the necklace as I headed to the pawnshop the next day.

Tears blurred my vision when the appraiser told me it was worth $5500. It was enough to buy the car and even cover groceries for a week.

Later that evening, I handed Jeff the money.

“You have no idea what this means to us,” I said, unable to hold back tears of gratitude. “I never thought I could buy a car.”

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A woman holding money | Source: Pexels

He smiled warmly as he handed me the keys. “Congratulations, Jennifer. You deserve this.”

Then, as I prepared to drive off, he called out, “Oh, check the trunk when you get home. I left something for your kids.”

I got so caught up in my new routine for the next few days that I completely forgot about Jeff’s mysterious words.

Days later, while cleaning the car, I found a note in the glove compartment.

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An envelope | Source: Pexels

I hope the gift in the trunk helps you and your kids, it read.

Curious, I opened the trunk.

At first, I only saw the white envelope I had used to pay for the car. Confused, I picked it up and opened it.

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the $5,000 still in there.

Jeff had given the money back to me, and I wasn’t expecting that at all.

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A woman | Source: Midjourney

I crumpled to the ground and cried like a baby. I wondered if Jeff really knew what he’d done for me. I needed to talk to him.

So, I drove straight back to the dealership after work. I found him standing outside, and the moment he saw me, he knew why I was there.

“Why would you do this?” I asked.

He smiled kindly. “The world throws challenges at us, Jennifer. You’ve proven your strength. I figured you could use the money more than I could. Just promise me one thing, you’ll pay it forward someday, okay?”

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An old man smiling | Source: Midjourney

I smiled between tears and nodded.

Then, I thanked him and left the dealership, but his words stayed with me.

That day, I realized kindness could come from the most unexpected places, and it gave me hope for the future. Hope for myself and my children.

2. Mom Sells Old Stroller to Feed 4 Kids, Finds It on Her Doorstep the Next Day with Note Inside

Sitting on the cold kitchen floor, I let the tears fall freely.

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A woman crying | Source: Pexels

It was past midnight, my only time to let the mask slip. Upstairs, my boys were sound asleep, unaware of how close we were to losing everything.

I rested a hand on my swollen belly.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered to my unborn child. “I’m trying my best, but it’s not enough.”

Not long ago, life felt steady. I had Derek, a husband who once seemed devoted, and three beautiful kids, with another on the way.

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A man standing in his house | Source: Midjourney

Then, one evening, my world turned upside down. Derek walked through the door with a look I couldn’t place.

“I’m leaving,” he said flatly.

“What?” I gasped. “Why? I thought we were happy!”

He laughed bitterly. “You were happy, Anne! Not me! All you care about are the kids. I’m just a paycheck to you, and I’m done.”

Just a paycheck? I thought. Is that what my love felt like? All the years of hard work I’d put in to look after our kids? Where did that go?

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A sad woman | Source: Pexels

I was too stunned to argue as he slammed the door behind him, but his words haunted me.

Soon, I picked myself up and got a part-time job at the local grocery store. I tried my best to make ends meet, but it didn’t work.

Child support barely covered the basics, and soon, I had to sell every treasure I owned just to keep the lights on.

Then, one morning, I looked at the old stroller I’d brought up from the basement.

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An old stroller | Source: Midjourney

It was a family heirloom, used by all my kids, and I’d planned to use it for the new baby.

But now, I needed food more than sentiment. Swallowing my tears, I took it to the flea market, where a dealer gave me $50.

I happily accepted the offer, thinking the money would keep our tummies full for a few days.

I went home and put my mask on, ensuring none of my babies knew what I was going through.

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A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Pexels

Two days later, I was all set to go to work when my gaze landed on something unexpected. The stroller was back, sitting on my porch with an envelope inside.

My hands trembled as I opened it.

It was a note with a phone number. It read, Please call me.

Curious, I dialed the number. A soft voice answered. “Hello?”

“I think you left a stroller on my porch,” I began cautiously. “How did you know it belonged to me? How did you find my address?”

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A woman using her phone | Source: Pexels

“Derek told me,” the woman on the other end said. “My name is Grace. I think we should meet.”

An hour later, Grace sat across from me in my living room. She was younger than me but looked pale and blotchy. She looked like she’d been crying.

I knew what she was going to say before she said it.

“I was Derek’s girlfriend,” she began.

“Was?” I asked.

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A woman talking to another woman | Source: Pexels

“We broke up today,” she said as tears streamed down her cheeks. “I didn’t know about you or the kids. Or the baby. I found out I was pregnant and thought he’d be thrilled. I even bought the stroller at the flea market to surprise him.”

Grace described decorating the stroller with balloons and a note that read, Hello, Dad! But Derek’s reaction had been anything but joyful.

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A man looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

“He started yelling, asking if his ‘stupid wife’ sold it to me as a joke. He asked me to return the stroller to you. That’s when I realized I wasn’t the only one.”

I sighed. “And now?”

“He kicked me out saying he didn’t want kids. I have no family here, and I can’t afford rent. I don’t know what to do. I have nowhere to go!”

The look on her face told me she wasn’t lying. She was helpless, and it seemed like I was her last hope. That’s when an excellent idea struck my mind.

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Two women discussing something | Source: Pexels

“Don’t worry,” I said firmly, placing my hand on her shoulder. “I need help with the kids, and you need a place to live. You can stay here, Grace.”

“But,” she looked at me. “It’s Derek’s baby… Are you sure you—”

“No,” I corrected her gently. “It’s your baby and my children’s sibling. That’s all that matters.”

Grace moved in the next day.

Her online job let her watch the kids after school, which allowed me to accept a full-time position at the grocery store.

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A close-up shot of a person handing a fruit to another person | Source: Pexels

When my baby was born, Grace held my hand. When her baby arrived four months later, I was by her side.

Soon, we became a family and raised our children together in a home filled with love.

3. Poor Old Man Steps Out of Home One Morning & Sees Luxury Car Instead of Old One He Owns

I was standing on the porch that morning, staring at a sleek sports car parked in the same place where I’d parked my old, rusty car last night.

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A blue sports car | Source: Pexels

My hands trembled as I held the envelope I’d found with the keys inside.

“Cynthia!” I called, barely able to keep my voice steady. “Cynthia, come out here quickly!”

She came out, wiping her hands on a towel.

“Gregory, what is it?” she yelled. “I burnt the pancakes because of you! You know we’re down to the last bit of mix. What’s this fuss about?”

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A woman standing outside her house | Source: Midjourney

“Look!” I said, pointing toward the car. “Someone replaced our old car with that and left these keys in an envelope. But there’s no note. Just the keys! Who would do this?”

Before Cynthia could respond, we heard the honk of a car. I turned, and my old car pulled up in front of the house. My breath caught as I saw who stepped out.

“It’s him, Cynthia,” I said, my voice breaking. “He kept his promise!”

She smiled knowingly as if she had expected this all along. The young man strode up the path, grinning warmly.

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A young man smiling | Source: Midjourney

“Gregory, how have you been? It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Jack!” I cried, pulling him into a hug. “What is all this? Don’t tell me you’re behind this car business!”

“I had to do it, Gregory,” he said, laughing. “After what you did for me, how could I not? Besides,” he added, winking at Cynthia, “she helped me plan it.”

“Cynthia!” I exclaimed, turning to her. “You knew about this?”

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A man talking to his wife | Source: Midjourney

“Well, Jack wouldn’t take no for an answer,” she admitted, scrunching her nose. “He found me on social media and contacted me there. Honestly, I didn’t think he’d go through with it.”

“I couldn’t have pulled it off without her,” Jack chuckled. “Thank you so much for the help, Cynthia!”

I shook my head. “So this old man was played like a fiddle and didn’t even know it?”

They both laughed, and Cynthia nudged us inside.

“Enough talking,” she said. “Jack, you’ve come all this way. You’re staying for breakfast.”

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A woman talking to a man | Source: Midjourney

As we sat around the table, Jack began recounting the story Cynthia only partially knew.

“Three weeks ago,” he said, “I met Gregory at the airport. I was supposed to fly out that day to be with my wife since she was in labor. But I’d booked my ticket for the wrong date and only realized it at check-in.”

He paused, looking at me with gratitude. “That’s when Gregory stepped in. He offered me his ticket without hesitation. He said, ‘Boy, your wife needs you more than I need this flight.’ I didn’t know what to say. I was stunned.”

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A man standing in an airport waiting lounge | Source: Pexels

“It was nothing,” I said, brushing it off. “Any man would’ve done the same.”

“No, Gregory,” Jack said firmly. “Not everyone would. And you didn’t stop there. When we were chatting in the waiting room earlier, you mentioned how your old car was giving you trouble. Before I left, I said, ‘We swapped tickets today; we’ll swap cars soon.’ You thought I was joking, didn’t you?”

I laughed. “Of course I did! I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

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A man sitting in his house | Source: Midjourney

Jack smiled. “Well, here we are. That car is yours. And before you say no, let me tell you, it’s the least I can do. Because of you, I got to be there when my daughter was born. You gave me a gift I can never repay.”

Cynthia and I exchanged a look, tears in our eyes. “Jack,” I said, “this is too much. We can’t accept it.”

But Jack shook his head. “Please, Gregory. If you say no, it’ll break my heart.”

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A young man smiling | Source: Midjourney

How could we refuse?

Jack’s kindness didn’t end there. He helped us pay off our loans and even repaired the house.

A few weeks later, he came to visit with his wife and baby. Though we live in different cities, Jack has become like a son to us. He calls often and visits when he can, ensuring we never want for anything.

And every time I look at that car, I’m reminded of how kindness, even the smallest act, can change lives.

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A man smiling | Source: Midjourney

If you enjoyed reading these stories, here’s another compilation you might like: In a world that often forgets its elders, some children go above and beyond to show kindness and warmth to the elderly. These stories capture heartfelt moments when young hearts bring joy and comfort to elderly souls, proving compassion knows no age.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

Newborn Baby Cries All Day No Matter What Parents Do, after a While They Check His Crib – Story of the Day

Walter returns home from work to find his baby son crying. His wife has tried everything to quiet their son, but nothing works. Walter decides to check the crib and is shocked by what he finds there.

An ear-splitting wail echoed through the house as Walter entered from the garage. His wife, Abby, sat in the kitchen, and by the distressed look on her face, he knew Logan’s cries were bothering her again.

“Oh, honey,” he says and hugs her from behind. “How long has he been crying like that?”

“I’ve tried everything, Walter!” Abby broke down into sobs. “He’s been fed, changed, bathed, and burped! I even took his temperature! I don’t know what to do now. He keeps crying!”

After becoming parents a month ago, everything in the couple’s lives changed. And if there was something that really distressed Walter, it was Logan’s cries.

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“Come, we’ll figure this out together,” Walter said and took Abby to Logan’s room.

He cheerfully approached Logan’s crib. But all he saw in the crib was a dictaphone and a note. Walter pressed the stop button on the dictaphone, and Logan’s cries stopped.

“What did you do?” Abby called from behind. Walter wasn’t listening. He held the note and zoned out. It wasn’t until Abby snatched the note from his hand and opened it that he realized what had occurred.

“I warned you that you’d regret being rude to me.

If you want to see your baby again, leave $200,000 in the luggage storage lockers near the pier.

If you go to the police, you’ll never see him again.”

“Oh my God!” Abby gasped. “What does it mean? Was I rude to someone? Were you? Who would kidnap Logan?”

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Walter recalled the janitor he’d mistreated at the maternity hospital. He was bringing a cute bear-shaped pot for Abby while she was admitted to the hospital, but the pot broke when he tripped over the janitor’s broom.

Furious, Walter called the man awful names, and the janitor said, “You’ll regret it!”

“We’ll have to go to the police, honey,” Walter said, snapping out of his thoughts. “It must be him!”

“What? The note says we’ll never see Logan again if we go to the police, Walter. We should just pay the ransom!”

“We don’t know if he’ll return Logan if we do that. Think about it, honey. This guy is a janitor… there’s no way he’d know if we went to the police, and since we know where he works, they might be able to go straight to the maternity hospital, arrest him, and bring Logan home to us.”

Abby agreed.

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Walter parked their car outside the station. He and Abby were about to exit the vehicle when Walter’s phone buzzed with a message.

“This is your first and last warning. If you enter that police station, your kid’s going into the bay. Get the money to the location mentioned below.”

Abby gasped as she read the message, and Walter looked around, trying to spot the kidnapper. But there were too many people. The only way to rescue Logan now was to pay the ransom.

Walter decided to drive to the bank right away, but Abby’s condition deteriorated. She threw up once and was about to throw up for a second time. It was better to drive her home, Walter decided.

“Don’t hate me for it, honey, but that’s the best for you,” he said. And Abby didn’t protest.

“Fine…But Walter…does that kidnapper even know about caring for a newborn?” she asked and broke down into tears.

Walter said nothing and drove her home. But his imagination wasn’t immune to dark thoughts. He kept imagining Logan in a dark room, crying for help that never came.

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For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

Somehow pulling himself together, Walter drove to the bank. Then he visited the storage locker mentioned by the kidnapper and placed the money inside it.

There were too many people around for him to spot the janitor, but Walter knew he would be somewhere nearby, watching him. So Walter returned to his car, drove a short distance, and parked around the lockers again. It wasn’t long before he spotted the janitor from the maternity hospital.

The janitor opened the locker. Walter sat up straighter, but then a tourist group walked past, hiding the janitor from view.

“Move it!” Walter snapped.

Painful minutes stretched out as the tourists headed toward one of the statues. After the last few people in the group eventually passed the lockers, Walter swore. The janitor had disappeared.

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For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

Walter barely dared to breathe as he scanned the crowd. The man had been wearing the sort of flashy shirt sold in the more eclectic, hippie-themed stores, so he shouldn’t have been hard to spot.

There! A wave of relief washed over him as Walter spotted the janitor crossing the road. He was carrying the bag of money Walter had placed in the locker. Walter leaped from his car and followed him.

The man led him around a parking lot, past a variety of restaurants and several museums before he turned into a bus station. They were heading toward another row of lockers.

The janitor placed the bag inside a locker. When he turned around, Walter was ready. He shoved the janitor up against the lockers and held him there with his forearm.

“Where is my son?” Walter demanded. “I’ve done everything you asked, you jerk; now return Logan to me!”

“Look, I was offered $100 to collect the package and then drop it off here,” the man said. “I don’t know about your son!”

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For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

“Don’t you dare lie!”

“I’m not! Some guy paid me to deliver the package! I ran into him in the parking lot after work one day, but he was standing with the light behind him, so I didn’t see his face. I have two kids of my own. I’d never hurt someone else’s child.”

Something about the janitor’s eyes told Walter the older man wasn’t lying. He let the man go, then opened the locker. But it was empty. Somebody had cut a hole in the back.

Walter jogged around to the back of the lockers. The hole was covered from the back with a thin steel plate, loosely secured by two screws. Nobody around was carrying a bag like the one he’d placed the money into.

Walter didn’t know how to break the news to Abby. Logan was their miracle baby. They’d been struggling for years before they conceived him. And now, he had lost his only chance to get Logan back.

Walter entered his home. He checked all the rooms downstairs but didn’t find Abby anywhere. He went upstairs to check their bedroom and noticed Abby’s things were gone.

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At first, Walter suspected she was kidnapped. He called her. Countless times. But she never answered. Then it dawned on him that the kidnapper wouldn’t have taken all of Abby’s things. Even her hand lotion was missing.

Walter was crushed, to say the least. How could Abby do this to them? No wonder she’d been so eager to return home after feeling sick. She had also insisted they pay the ransom. Abby was Logan’s kidnapper. Did she have an accomplice?

The only thing that consoled Walter’s heart was that the ransom money was fake. He would find a way to get his son back.

Walter drove to the maternity hospital where Logan was born, and near the vending machine, he found the man he was looking for—a doctor.

“Hi,” Walter approached him. “I hope you can help me. I need someone to call my wife—”

“I’m not a phone service,” the doctor replied sharply.

“You don’t understand. I’m willing to pay you handsomely for your assistance, doctor, and your silence.”

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The doctor studied Walter through narrowed eyes. He slowly smiled as Walter explained his situation and told him what he wanted the doctor to tell Abby.

Walter then retrieved his wallet and furtively showed the doctor the dollar bills inside it. The man nodded. “Okay, we have a deal. Come with me!”

Walter followed the doctor to a nurse’s station on the second floor. All the nurses were checking on their patients, judging by the activity in the hallways. Nobody took much notice as the doctor lifted the phone and dialed Abby’s number.

“Good morning, Mrs. Taylor; this is Dr. Jones from the maternity hospital. I’m calling to inform you that we just discovered something very serious in one of the routine tests we performed on your son after he was born. He needs to come in for treatment immediately.”

Walter heard Abby’s emotional outcry from the other side of the nurse’s station but couldn’t make out her exact words.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t discuss the details over the phone. All I can say for now is that he has a rare genetic condition. I’m sure he does seem fine now, but that could change at any moment. He’s at a higher risk for SIDS and several other life-threatening conditions. You really need to bring him in today, Mrs. Taylor.”

Dr. Jones ended the call a few minutes later and showed Walter a thumbs-up.

“She’s going to bring the baby in ASAP.” Dr. Jones held out his hand and wriggled his fingers. “I did my bit. Now it’s time for you to pay up.”

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Walter paid the doctor and went back downstairs. He wandered around for a few minutes before his phone started ringing. His lip curled in disgust when he checked the caller ID.

“You have some nerve to phone me after what you did, Abby,” Walter said. “Where’s Logan? I demand you bring him back.”

“Says the man who doesn’t even care enough about him to pay the ransom!” Abby shrieked. “That money was all fake, you tight-fisted jerk. Logan needs to see a doctor urgently, and I can’t take him because of you. Where’s the real money, Walter?”

“In my account, where it’s been all along. What’s wrong with Logan, or is this just another scheme to get my money?”

Abby swore at him and began to cry. “I told you; he’s sick! You’ve got to send me the money so he can receive treatment. He’ll die without it.”

“I won’t let my son die! I’ll pay,” Walter replied and hung up.

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Hearing Abby confirm she was behind Logan’s kidnapping broke his heart all over again. It took a few minutes before he pulled himself together enough to send her an immediate payment via his money transfer app. Now, all he had to do was wait.

***

Tears trailed down Walter’s cheeks when his little brother, James, entered the hospital with Abby. James held Logan against his chest while Abby spoke to the receptionist.

It seemed like everything was moving in slow motion as the police officers and FBI agents came forward and surrounded Abby and James. Walter had informed the cops beforehand.

“You’re under arrest for kidnapping!” an FBI agent called out. “Hand the child over, nice and slowly, and raise your hands.”

“Get away from us!” Abby shrieked as she moved to stand between the FBI agent and Logan. “My son is sick. He needs to see a doctor.”

“No, he isn’t,” Walter called out as he approached the group. “There’s nothing wrong with Logan at all.”

Abby’s gaze locked onto him. Walter watched as the fear and uncertainty in her eyes shifted into red-hot fury. She rushed forward as though to attack him. But the police tackled her. She and James were arrested.

Walter hugged his son, relieved to have him back. But Abby wasn’t done yet.

“You think you’ve won? Logan isn’t even yours! You couldn’t get me pregnant, remember? But whatever’s wrong with you clearly doesn’t run in the family!” she yelled.

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Walter froze. He looked at his brother, who wouldn’t even raise his head to look at him. It pained Walter. But nothing mattered because he had Logan with him.

“I will adopt him if that’s what I have to do!” he shot back. “I will watch him grow up while you two rot behind bars!” he said and left with Logan.

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