Night hung silently above the dormitory sky.

The night wind blew gently, rustling the leaves and making the branches whisper as if sharing secrets. The wall clock had already shown eleven twenty when Olivia stood behind the rose bushes near the side fence. A brown scarf wrapped around her neck, her face looked tired, but her heart brimmed with hope.

In her tight embrace, her tiny baby slept peacefully, its little lips softly moving as if still nursing in a dream. Hunter stood not far away, watching from a black car parked discreetly behind a large tree.

“I’ll only do this once. If she hears me, maybe… maybe her heart...