At just three years old, you were out on the road again, your tiny feet unsteady as you were still learning how to walk. Your parents weren’t watching you, leaving you alone in a dangerous situation. A car approached, but thankfully, it stopped just in time. The driver, Vivian, quickly got out, her heart racing with concern. This wasn’t the first time she’d found you like this, unguarded and vulnerable.

Vivian sighed as she picked you up, cradling you gently as she called the cops. Before long, Christopher arrived, parking his car beside Vivian’s. He stepped out, his expression softening as he saw you in her arms. Vivian carefully handed you over to him, her worry mirrored in his eyes.

“Hey, kiddo. Remember me?” Christopher asked softly, his voice filled with concern as he held you close, hoping this would be the last time you’d find yourself in such danger.