Following the sound to an alley behind the station, he found a tiny kitten shivering in a damp cardboard box. It was barely a few days old, struggling to move.

Without hesitation, he scooped it up and brought it inside, warming it in his hands. As he fed it from an old bottle, he couldn’t help but wonder—who could abandon something so small?

That question led him to the station’s security cameras. He watched the footage, and his smile faded.

The video showed an older woman, her face marked by hardship, carefully placing the box in the alley. She lingered, stroking the kitten’s tiny head before walking away, her shoulders slumped under an invisible weight.

This wasn’t neglect—this was someone with no other choice.

Determined to find her, Officer Johnson grabbed his coat, cradling the kitten in a makeshift sling. He walked the neighborhood, showing the kitten to shopkeepers and passersby, asking if anyone recognized the woman.

Most shook their heads, but an elderly man at a corner store finally gave him an answer.

“She lives in that old van near the train tracks,” the man said. “She’s always feeding strays. Says they’re the only ones who understand her.”

Officer Johnson found her sitting near the van, feeding a group of stray cats. Her face lit up when she saw the kitten in his arms.

“You found her,” she whispered, eyes filling with tears. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

He knelt beside her. “Why didn’t you take her to a shelter?”

Tears spilled down her cheeks. “I tried. They’re all full. And I couldn’t keep her—I don’t even know if I’ll eat tomorrow. But I couldn’t leave her. Her mother… she was hit by a car. I tried to save her, but it was too late. This little one was all that was left.”

Oficer Johnson swallowed the lump in his throat. He had seen plenty of hardship, but this woman, with so little, had given everything to protect a tiny .

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Maggie,” she said softly.

“Maggie, I think we can help each other.”