That evening, wanting to “teach him a lesson,” the stepmother threw the boy outside — without shoes, without a coat. The frost bit at the air, and the ground was covered in a thin, crisp layer of snow. The boy ran out barefoot, crying. Alex, drunk, didn’t intervene, thinking that everything would calm down in a few minutes. But the night passed — and the boy never came home.

In the morning, Alex and his wife opened the front door — and froze in horror…  Continued in the first comment 

When the sun rose over the yard, the couple opened the door — and the porch was empty. Only tiny footprints in the snow led toward the road and disappeared beyond the gate.

Panicking, they ran outside, shouting his name, searching the street — but silence hung all around.

A few hours later, the police found the boy near an old house on the outskirts of town. There lived an elderly woman who, in the middle of the night, had heard faint crying under her window. She went outside with a warm blanket and some tea — and saved his life.

When Alex saw his son, he fell to his knees and couldn’t hold back his tears. He realized he had almost lost the most precious thing he had. That day, he threw his wife out of the house and swore that he would never again let anyone hurt his little boy.