A boy found a girl in a dump… When they found out who she was, their hair stood ON END…

Her voice trembled. Soon, a car arrived. Not an ambulance.

Headlights lit up the lot. A doctor in a white coat stepped out. Her gaze lingered on Ethan.

Then on the girl. “Where did you find her?” He stayed silent again. Pointed toward the dumpster.

The doctor frowned. “We’ve been searching for her for two days.”

She bent down and carefully took the girl in her arms. Ethan felt something shift. Like an invisible wall had cracked.

“Do you know who she is?” the doctor asked. Ethan shook his head. “She’s the daughter of James Carter. Heir to a billion-dollar fortune.”

Ethan stepped back, as if struck. His hands shook. The world seemed to freeze.

He stood in the middle of the lot, surrounded by trash and debris. Just yesterday, he’d held an empire in his arms. The car drove off, leaving only tire tracks on the wet pavement.

Ethan stood motionless until the headlights vanished around the corner. Silence enveloped the street like a damp blanket. He felt empty.

Like a piece of him had been torn away. Too quiet around him. Too cold inside.

He returned to his train car. The same fire. The same boards.

But everything felt foreign now. He stared at his jacket. At the corner he’d wrapped the baby in.

A hot tear rolled down his cheek. Not from self-pity. But because, for the first time in his life, he’d been needed. And now she was gone.

Meanwhile, across the city, in a lavish mansion, anxious voices echoed. Ethan’s face appeared on security camera footage from the pharmacy.

“Who is this boy?” asked a man in a sharp suit. “He saved my daughter. Find him.”

Search teams were dispatched. The Carter family’s security forces mobilized. The hunt began.

But Ethan didn’t know. He wandered the city again. A bag slung over his shoulder.

He studied the faces of passersby, searching for her in each one. A day passed…