A kind-hearted woman allowed a single father with his child to spend the night in her home, unaware of who he really was and what awaited her in the morning 

Outside, a storm raged. The wind battered the windows, snow fell in thick walls, and the roads were so covered that no step could be taken. When there was a knock at the door, the woman flinched — on a night like this, no one comes here.

She cautiously approached the door, opened it slightly — and saw a man in his forties, wearing a thin jacket with soaked sleeves. In his arms, he held a baby wrapped in a blanket.

— Excuse me, — he said quietly, — my car is stuck on the road. I’m alone with the child and can’t get to the city. May we stay here until morning?

The woman hesitated, but when she looked at the little one, her heart softened immediately.

— Of course, come in. In this weather, you can’t stay outside.

She lit the stove, put the kettle on, and warmed some milk.

— And where is the child’s mother? — she asked cautiously.

The man looked away.
— She’s not here. I’m alone with him.

He spoke little, but there was no malice in his eyes — only fatigue.

The woman made them a place by the stove and brought an old blanket.
— Rest. Tomorrow the storm will ease — you’ll be able to leave.

But in the morning, the woman discovered something terrifying 
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In the morning, she woke to complete silence. The house was cold, the stove had long gone out. On the table was an empty cup and a note:

“Thank you for the warmth and kindness. Sorry I left without saying goodbye.”

The woman smiled — apparently, he didn’t want to wake her.

But when she looked out the window, she saw tracks in the snow — small, like from children’s boots, and large, adult footprints. The tracks led to the gate and then disappeared into the snowdrifts.

She was about to clear the table when her eyes fell on the TV, which was still on. On the news, the anchor spoke with a tense voice:

“The police continue to search for a man suspected of kidnapping a baby from the city hospital. According to preliminary information, he may be dangerous. He fled with the child in a dark-colored car. We urge anyone who has seen him to contact the police immediately. On the screen — his photo.”

The woman froze. On the photo — it was him.

The same man who had sat in her kitchen yesterday, drinking tea and nodding while she poured milk for the baby.

Her heart started pounding. Her hands shook.

“The child’s mother is pleading for her baby to be returned alive. She is convinced the man headed north, out of the city…”

The woman ran to the window in a panic. The tracks were still visible — leading into the white void. She stood frozen, unable to move, and only then felt the cold seep through her skin.