within him.Six-year-old Adam huddled in a cardboard box that reeked of damp newspaper and rotting food, shivering against the chill.Born with only one arm, he had faced challenges from the start, but nothing compared to this moment of abandonment.His mother had left him there, and each drop of the rain felt like a huge reminder that perhaps… she wouldn’t return.”Mommy?” he whimpered, peering out into the dim alley. “Please come back.”Hours earlier, Carissa had placed him there with a sickeningly sweet smile. “Stay put, sweetie. I’ll be back with food soon. Be brave for Mommy, okay?”But the sun had set, and still,