I was walking to school when I saw a baby trapped in a car under

The minutes felt like hours, but then the intercom buzzed, and the principal’s voice filled the room, “Ms. Alvarez, you and Ethan need to come to the front desk. Now.”

I followed Ms. Alvarez down the hall, my stomach in knots. As we reached the front desk, I saw an officer and a woman holding the baby I had rescued. Her face was now a healthy shade of pink, and she gurgled happily, reaching out with tiny hands.

The officer knelt to my height. “Are you Ethan Miller?”

I nodded, unsure of what would happen next. Would I still be in trouble for breaking the window? The woman stepped forward, tears in her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered. “You saved my daughter’s life.”