He knelt by the riverside memorial, set down a pair of tiny sneakers, and walked away without a word—so why did the crowd start calling the police?
The river still carried last night’s chill.
Morning mist drifted low across the water, thin and restless, blurring the line between current and sky. Yellow tape fluttered along the railings. News vans idled with satellite dishes pointed upward like questions waiting for answers.
People spoke in hushed tones.
A child had drowned there at dawn.
