A few days ago, while grocery shopping, a little girl climbed into my cart out of nowhere. She introduced herself as Lia and said she couldn’t find her mom. I waited, expecting someone to come for her, but after 20 minutes, no one appeared. Just as I was about to call the police, Lia pleaded, “Please, don’t take me back. I’m scared.” She wouldn’t explain further, but it was clear something was wrong.

Unsure of what to do, I called my sister, who suggested involving social services. They arrived and took Lia, but her fear stuck with me. Later, a detective friend revealed Lia had run away before, but she was always returned home since no issues were officially documented. Unable to shake the feeling something was seriously wrong, I decided to check her home myself.

The house looked normal, but it felt unsettling. When social workers left without Lia, I approached her mother, who dismissed my concerns. As she shut the door, I heard a muffled whimper. Alarmed, I called my detective friend, who arrived with backup. Lia was rescued from a dangerous situation and placed in foster care. Now, I’m determined to help her find the safety and love she deserves.