I let her leave, despite the rain that I could hear pouring down outside.
Maybe she had an Uber…
“What is that?” Melinda asked.
I could no longer see the golden-blonde hair anymore, so I set the box gently on the counter in front of me, and Doc crowded close, obviously curious.
I picked up the note and started to rip it open but stopped when a whimper came from inside the box.
“What the fuck?” I asked as I ripped the box open.
Inside was a…sleeping baby.
In a nest of blankets, a tiny little baby was nestled there, dressed in sleeping jammies and a cap.
On the baby’s side was stack of papers and a small jar of formula, some diapers, and a single bottle.
I jerked my head up to Doc and said, “Go find her.”
He took off running.
“What is it?” Melinda asked, trying to push in closer.
I closed the box for the time being so she couldn’t see.
Melinda looked curious, though, and I jerked my head at Webber, who was now in the kitchen, and said, “Can you find someone to give her a ride home?”
Webber caught Melinda by the elbow and guided her out of the room.
“Wait, but…”
I ignored Melinda and everyone else, vaguely hearing Webber say “Everyone out!”
The music stopped abruptly.
Within seconds, everyone that wasn’t a member of the Truth Tellers MC was out the door, including the prospects.
“Do you want me to go get your brother?” Webber asked.
I shook my head. “Don’t involve him. I want the least amount of people involved possible.”
“What about the baby?” Doc asked. “Someone’s gonna know that a baby is missing.”
I shook my head, then reached for the note, my gaze moving over the sleeping baby once again before my eyes went back to the note.
Copper,
If you’re reading this, it means that I couldn’t do it anymore.
I’m so sorry.
I know that I shouldn’t be putting this on your shoulders, but I have no one else to tell. Truthfully, I probably wouldn’t have even said anything to you at all, because I know this is going to be a burden, but I can’t leave him alone with my stepfather.
I know that you’ll find a way to get him out after you hear what I have to tell you.
I’ll start at the beginning, I guess.
My mom and stepdad married when I was twelve. A little before you and I met at school.
