So I pull over, turn the truck off, and roll down the windows as the officer starts walking toward me.
Now here’s the important detail…
My 7-year-old granddaughter is sitting in the back seat.
Sweet kid. Cute as a button. Usually quiet.
But the moment that officer started approaching the truck, she suddenly started SCREAMING from the backseat like the world was ending.
Not crying.
Not whining.
SCREAMING.