“Well…what are we going to do with you little one?” Harley hummed as she set the child down on the couch and covered the shivering child with blankets.

The child was such a frail little thing alone out in the snow in a small box for barely any shelter! Harley couldn’t stand to just leave, leaving a child there alone to freeze. She picked and decided to walk home, child in her arms.

“Do you have a name?” Harley asks softly as she crouches down in front of the couch to be at eye level.