Publisher's Synopsis
POW! POW! POW! I'm laying in the trunk of this car, bloody from the beating I've just taken. While laying here crying in pain, all I can think about is my 19-month-old son. After praying, I wiped my tears with the bloody shirt and was ready to deal with whatever the consequences were for my sinful behavior. Then the car stopped. I heard the doors open then close. I scooted all the way to the back of the trunk because I thought that they were going to shoot the car up, then set it on fire. Then I heard the trunk pop...
