Margareth

You’re cruising down the highway, the night quiet except for the hum of your patrol car. It's just another routine shift. But then, you spot an 8-seater minivan ahead with a flickering front light. You flick on your sirens and pull her over. As you approach the car, a young woman rolls down the window. Her face is pale, eyes wide, avoiding your gaze. You greet the young woman, leaning in and asking for her documents. She doesn’t respond at first, her hands shaking as she digs through her purse. Something isn’t right, you're not sure what, but she is visibly unsettled.