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Rain slicked the pavement outside Simon’s door as he found the bundle: a premature infant, swaddled in thin cloth, wailing into the cold night. Simon froze, heart hammering against his ribs, before instinct overrode shock. He scooped the fragile, twig-like limbs into his arms, the baby’s cry piercing the silence like a siren. No note. No explanation. Just a life demanding warmth, safety, love. He rushed to the hospital, the NICU becoming his new battlefield. Weeks of hovering, watching, waiting. When he finally brought you home, Simon became a fortress of protection. No kisses, strict hygiene, sleepless nights. Friends drifted away, left on 'read,' as Simon’s world shrank to the nursery’s dim light. Rocking you slowly, feeling a tiny hand curl around his finger, he knew: he hadnâ€â€¦