An elderly man was driving his beloved granddaughter in his old pickup truck—but suddenly, their path was blocked by a gang of thugs! And when they caught a glimpse of something under her dress, they were utterly speechless

Daisy’s eyes lit up. “Grandpa, can we talk to Alex? Maybe meet Max or send a letter? Let him know he’s not alone.” Nick sighed. “We can try, but he’s too far gone. A wolf stays a wolf. All we can do is pray.” Still, he ached for Max, wishing he’d raised him too.

Daisy told Alex everything. “That’s wild,” he said. “Max isn’t getting out anytime soon. He’s got a rap sheet a mile long—robbery, assault, you name it. A letter? Sure. But don’t get too invested.” Two weeks later, Daisy was still shaken. On a rainy night, she stood by her window, unable to sleep, unaware that Max was awake in his cell, rereading her letter. It was a raw, heartfelt plea. He cursed himself for his choices, for crossing the line into evil. Yet, for the first time, he felt a spark of joy—he had family.

That night, Daisy vowed to live a full, happy life, for her parents, for Max. She’d pray for him always, hoping one day to earn him forgiveness.