I barely glanced at him and hurried inside, dismissing his plea without a word.
The moment passed like any other, but days later, that same man returned in a way that shattered the quiet normalcy of my world.
Risking everything to save my child from an unseen danger.
That initial encounter felt strange in hindsight.
There was something in his eyes, a desperation or maybe fear, that unsettled me.
But I convinced myself it wasn’t my business, not my problem.
The nagging discomfort lingered, a tiny but persistent weight in the back of my mind.
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