Years and years ago, my mum and I met a British woman in a Greek airport who was fleeing her Turkish husband with their baby.
He'd kept her prisoner, effectively, for years. Hidden her passport, barely allowed her out of the house. Eventually she'd managed to find her passport, hidden it in the baby's pram, and took the baby "out for a walk."
She was able to get on a ferry to a Greek island and once there, called her parents who were able to book her on to the next flight to the UK, which coincidentally was ours. It was unfortunately delayed, which didn't help her nerves, but thank God she and the baby were able to get on and get away without him finding them.
Mum and I saw them being reunited with her family at the airport, that was such a joyful scene. I often think of her and wonder what happened to them both after that.
Thank god she escaped. So very, very sad that this poor woman didn't.