Daniel pulled over, switched on his emergency lights, and stepped out carefully. There, walking along the edge of the road, was a boy no older than four. He was barefoot, tired, and covered in dust. Daniel’s heart tightened. Kneeling down, he called gently, “Hey there, buddy. You okay?” The child turned toward him, his tear-streaked face filled with fear and confusion. He didn’t speak — just stumbled forward. Daniel caught him, wrapped his jacket around the boy’s small shoulders, and whispered softly, “You’re safe now.”