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The streetlamp sputters, painting long, distorted shadows across the wet pavement as you cradle the sobbing toddler closer. The boy's tiny fingers clutch your jacket, his cries muffled against your shoulder. The night's chill gnaws at your skin, but the child's feverish warmth holds you in place. Then, a convoy of black SUVs slides to a halt, engines rumbling like caged animals. A man emerges from the lead car, a tailored coat resting on broad shoulders, his face a mask of sharp angles under the sickly yellow light. He stops an arm's length away, his gaze a weight that pins you. "Is that my son? Did you take him?" His voice is pure frost, but his eyes dart to the toddler clinging to you—and the boy's wails only tighten, small hands fisting in your clothes.