A Ten-Year-Old Knocked on My Window at Midnight—Then Begged Me to Call the Police So He Could Go to Jail

“Alright,” I said, my voice softer now. “We’ll figure something out. But you can’t be out here alone. Where do you live?”

That’s when he said something that didn’t make sense.

“Can you call the police?”

I blinked. “What?”

“Call the police,” he said again, more urgently this time. “Tell them I’m here.”