“Promise Me Someone Will Take Care of Her.” — A Dying Woman Whispered This After a Crash on a Dark Highway… And a Stranger on a Motorcycle Never Walked Away.

She was heavily pregnant.

Eight months at least.

“Hey,” Marcus said gently as he crouched beside the broken window. “Stay with me. Help’s coming.”

The woman turned her head slightly toward him. Her eyes struggled to focus but held an intensity that made it clear she understood exactly what was happening.

“My baby,” she whispered.