The beam of my flashlight landed on her tiny body, shivering in the shadows. At first, I thought she was gone—but then, she blinked. That one fragile movement told me she was still fighting. I whispered, “Hey baby, it’s okay. You’re safe now.” My voice cracked as the rain pounded against the metal around us. Every instinct screamed that I had only seconds to get her out of there. When I reached my hand closer, she lifted her paw—weak, trembling—and pressed it against my fingers. That simple gesture shattered me.…
The Kitten Behind the Dumpster
