Because sometimes the most important thing you can do is stop at a gas station at exactly the right moment.
And pay attention.
“I’m going to make sure no other girl is sold by the person meant to protect her,” she says.
She will. I believe that.
Because Macy Rodriguez survived hell. Escaped. Healed. And now she’s becoming the person she needed seven years ago.
The person who doesn’t look away.
The person who acts.
The person who saves.
Just like a biker at a gas station taught her.
