09/29/2025
A homeless Black girl finds a billionaire unconscious with his child washed ashore, and then...
âUncle, what happened to you? Why did you leave the baby sleeping on the sand?â Annaâs voice trembled, carried away by the cold morning wind.
At first, she didnât think much of it. In her six-year-old mind, Anna often made up stories. Maybe the man was just resting. Maybe the baby was just napping.
Thatâs what she told herself as she stood there, her bare toes curled in the damp sand.
But then silence answered her. A silence so heavy that the seagulls above became too loud, the waves too heavy.
Anna knelt down, her knees trembling. She reached out her small hand to touch the manâs shoulder, gently shaking him. There was no movement. His head shook to one side, his lips chapped, his hair tangled in seaweed.
âUncle, wake up. You canât sleep here. The tide will come back,â she whispered, almost to herself.
She pushed harder again. His arms moved a little, but the heavy body remained pressed firmly into the sand.
The cloth in his hands slid off, revealing the babyâs face.
Still. Too still. Annaâs chest tightened. She touched her fingers to those small fingers, half-hoping they would squeeze. But they didnât. Cold.
Her heart pounded. Anna shook harder, panic surging through her small body.
âPlease wake up⊠The baby needs you.â
No response. Just a weak, broken moan, like a voice drowned in water.
Anna stared at them both, her breath turning to smoke in the cold air.
For a moment, she thought about leaving. Sheâd seen enough bad things on this beach to know there were troubles that werenât hers.
But her feet wouldnât move. Her eyes locked on the baby, wrapped in a wet blanket that smelled of salt and seaweed.
âThis isnât right,â she whispered. âYou canât just lie here.â
Her hands clenched into fists. Anna grabbed the manâs coat and shook him harder. Sand flew. The silver watch on his wrist glinted faintly.
The life preserver beside her swayed gently with the tide, mocking her helplessness. Finally, his eyelids fluttered.
A whisper escaped, as faint as a last breath:
â âHenryâŠâ
Anna froze....