PART 2 It was Maisie. Mark’s 3-year-old daughter. Kayla had buckled her into Darlene’s car just ten minutes earlier, because Darlene was supposed to take her for “a fun grandma weekend.”

He doesn’t wear beanies anymore.

Last week, he came home from school with a drawing of a nurse with a big red heart on her scrubs.

“Who’s that, bug?”

“The lady who told you I was sick,” he said. “So you could come get me.”

We mailed it to Birmingham.

Tasha keeps it on her locker.

THE END.

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Sometimes the stranger who almost doesn’t speak up is the one who saves a child. If something feels wrong, say something. 💛

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