Five years ago, during a quiet and windy night at Fire Station #14, I found a newborn left outside in a small basket. The moment I held him, something changed in me. After Child Protective Services took him into temporary care, I couldn’t stop thinking about the tiny boy who had wrapped his fingers around mine. With the encouragement of my fellow firefighter and best friend, Joe, I began the long, emotional process of adoption. When the approval finally came through, I named him Leo — a name that felt strong, hopeful, and full of new beginnings.
