A Barefoot Child Was Crying and Pounding on a Car Door — When I Looked Inside, My Heart Nearly Stopped

The Fogged Glass

I crouched beside him, trying to calm him, though my own heart was racing. Pressing my palms against the glass, I struggled to see inside. The window was misted over, streaked with condensation.

I leaned down, peered through a small clear patch—
and froze.