Chapter 3

"Mr. Sherman, how can you stand there so self-righteous and expect a six-year-old to be responsible for your life?" I asked.

I stepped forward. "Was I supposed to jump out of the car and take on those grown men with my tiny arms and legs? Or maybe yell for help, as if anyone would notice a kid like me?"

I shook my head, a faint, mocking smile curling at my lips. "With everyone panicking and running, do you really think my cries would've been heard?

"If I'd recklessly gotten out and alerted those thugs, I might not be standing here…