While patrolling a remote road late at night, I spotted movement near a ditch. It was a woman, barefoot, in a bathrobe, and clearly terrified. I approached carefully, but she backed away, crying, “Please don’t hurt me!” Then came the shocker: “My husband and his mom did this.” What she revealed next made my blood run cold, and forced me to call for immediate backup…
I approached her slowly, trying to seem as non-threatening as possible. "Hey, it's okay," I said. "I'm here to help. Let's get you some help, alright?" She nodded, though her eyes still held fear. I radioed for medical assistance, keeping my voice steady as I explained the situation. In the silence of the night, my words felt loud. She looked at me, a glimmer of hope crossing her eyes.
I opened the door to the patrol car, motioning for her to sit. "Let's get you warm," I suggested. She hesitated but eventually settled into the passenger seat. Her hands were trembling, but she tried to relax. "Thank you," she whispered, exhaustion evident in her voice. The engine's hum was comforting, providing a brief respite from the chaos outside. I kept an eye on her, ready to offer any comfort she needed.