Her name was Madison. Slowly, she began to trust him. But even as she let him come closer, her eyes flicked toward the trunk again. Rick followed her gaze and asked gently, “Madison, what’s in the trunk?”
Before she could answer, he heard it—a faint, heartbreaking sound. A whimper. The sound of a small child crying.
When he asked who was in the trunk, she broke down completely. Between sobs, the story poured out. Inside the trunk were her three younger siblings—eight, six, and four years old. Madison had taken them and fled from their home after years of abuse by her stepfather.
She had waited until the family was asleep, packed a bag, and taken her mother’s car. Her plan was to drive to her grandmother’s house in Tennessee—hundreds of miles away. She had seventy-three dollars to her name. The tire had blown, but she was too scared to stop until the car could go no farther.
Rick listened in stunned silence. Here was a child who had risked everything to protect her little brother and sister.
A Promise of Safety
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