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    Her words hit me like a blow, and I felt a sharp pang in my chest. My eyes filled with tears that I didn’t bother to blink away.


    For some reason, an overwhelming wave ofpassion washed over me—a deep, inexplicable need to protect this child, as though by doing so, I could somehow erase his pain.


    Alice must have noticed the change in my expression, for she ced aforting hand on my shoulder. “Makenna, you did the right thing bringing him here. With love and care, we can give him the chance to grow up safe and happy.”


    I nodded silently, my gaze drifting toward the doorway, where I could see the child’s small figure on the sofa.


    He was fast asleep, his cheeks tinged with a soft, rosy hue that only made him look more endearing.


    A faint smile touched my lips. “He will grow up healthy. I’ll make sure of it. I don’t know why, but he reminds me so much of my own lost baby. It’s heartbreaking.”


    “Makenna…” Alice whispered, pulling me into a gentle embrace. “It’s all in the past now.”


    I wiped the tears from my cheeks and forced a smile. “I hope the good I do now will somehow bring blessings to my child—wherever he is. I want him to have a joyful, fulfilling life, even if it’s in the next one.”


    Alice squeezed my hands. “He surely will.”


    She changed the subject to lift the somber mood. “By the way, will Evie’s grandmother adopt this little one?”


    I brightened at the thought. “Yes. She’s one of the kindest people I know. If we entrust him to her, he’ll be in the best hands.”


    Alice beamed. “That’s wonderful!”


    But then she blinked and tilted her head as if something important had just struck her. “Oh, by the way, what’s his name?”


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    Her question caught me off guard. I blinked, realizing I didn’t know.


    I scratched my head awkwardly, feeling a bit embarrassed. “I actually don’t know his name.”


    Aliceughed lightly, shaking her head. “Well, why don’t you give him one?”


    “But… I’m not his birth mother. Would it really be okay for me to name him?”


    Alice rolled her eyes and gave me a yful flick on the forehead. “You’re the one who saved him. If anyone has the right to name him, it’s you. You’re his guardian angel now. If you don’t name him, who will?”


    Makenna’s POV:


    I nced back at the child sleeping peacefully in the living room, my thoughts drifting like the light that filtered through the window.


    After a long pause, my gaze met Alice’s, and I spoke with quiet conviction. “Let’s call him Winfred… Winfred Dunn. The name has a gentleness to it, a blessing. I hope his life reflects that tenderness and grace.”


    “Winfred… Winfred Dunn,” Alice repeated softly, her lips curving into a satisfied smile. “It suits him. It’s settled then.”


    I smiled back. “When he’s older and understands more, he can decide for himself—perhaps change his name or take his birth mother’s surname. But for now, I just want him to grow up healthy and happy.”


    The next morning, I rose early, carefully dressing little Winfred with tender hands before carrying him to Rosaline’s house. To my astonishment, in the brief span of one night, Rosaline had secured a new job—one that seemed too good to be true.


    “Mrs. Hampton,” I eximed, shocked. “What happened? This is all so sudden!”


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