Tara James waved to one of the sheriff deputies as he stopped his car for her to cross. She raced across the street as the dark clouds overhead released a deluge of water—fitting, considering how her morning had started. Rain dripped from her raincoat hood onto her face. Why today of all days did her car have to die? At least it wasn’t foggy here like it had been at her house.
    Lightening flashed. She yelped and dashed under the cover of the library awning.
    A soft cry caught her attention. She looked to her right and then left and gasped. “What are you doing there all alone?” A tiny baby lay wrapped in a pink blanket, cradled in a baby carrier.
    She checked to see if anyone was nearby. Who would leave a newborn outside and all alone, especially in a storm like this? No one walked or loitered nearby. Tara frowned and grasped the handle of the baby carrier tucked behind a large flowerpot. She grunted at the weight. “My you’re a heavy little girl for being so small,” Tara cooed as she reached for the diaper bag sitting behind it. “Hello, precious. We need to get you inside where it’s warm and dry.”
    Why weren’t the doors opening? She stood in the trigger zone. “Wait a minute.” The entire library was blanketed in darkness—the power must be out. Surely Nancy was inside though. She reached for the little-used door to the right of the sliding door and tugged. It didn’t budge. The infant’s cries increased in intensity. “Shh, little one.” Now what should she do? She never remembered to carry an umbrella, and the baby would get soaked if they left the cover of the awning.
    The doors suddenly slid open, and the lights turned on. “It’s your lucky day,” Tara said. The irony of her comment was not lost on her.