I Pulled Over a Man for Speeding – This Wasn’t Something They Train You For

He blinked hard and added, “I told her I’d be there.”

I looked ahead.

Traffic was stacking up toward town. Lunch hour. Bad timing.

Every light between us and the hospital was going to be red by the time he hit it.

Even driving like a maniac, he might still miss it. I asked, “Why you?

Where’s the baby’s father?”

His face changed. “He left months ago.”

“Any other family?”

“Her mom passed six years back.

It’s just us.”