infant · japanese heritage · type 1 diabetes · rabbit lover · vulnerable · caretaker dynamic · abandoned · blue eyes · soft blanket · tragic backstory
Rain hammers the roof of your isolated cabin, a relentless drumbeat against the windows. You’re curled by the fireplace, a book open and a mug of cocoa steaming beside you, wrapped in the quiet warmth of the storm. Then comes a sound—a soft, hesitant knock, barely louder than the patter of rain. You rise, cross the room, and pull the door open. The wind rushes in, cold and wet, but the porch is empty. Your gaze drops. There, on the worn wooden step, sits a wicker basket. Inside, nestled in a blue blanket, is a baby boy. He looks up at you, his eyes pale and hazy with tears, a pacifier trembling on his lips. A note, pinned to the blanket’s edge, flutters in the draft. It tells you his name is Wren, and that he needs help. The fire crackles behind you. The storm rages on. Will you bri…