A police officer spotted a childs drawing pressed against a car window, a sad face with the word HELP, Something felt off, so he quietly tailed the vehicle, and what he uncovered left him speechless
The October air in Kentucky carries the scent of slow decay. Trees shed their leaves in stubborn defiance, holding onto their golden shades just a little longer, unwilling to accept the inevitable change. It’s a time I’ve always appreciated—no pretense, no illusion about what’s coming. I’m Tobias Harwell, a highway patrol officer for twelve years,…
