John hung up and sat in silence. The world, he thought, was often too fast, too indifferent. And sometimes, it took nothing more than someone willing to stop, to notice, to change the course of another’s life.
That evening, at home, Barbara lay quietly at his feet.
John stood by the window, staring into the dark, empty sky.
Something had shifted inside him. And deep down, he knew he was meant to be there that night. It hadn’t been a chance.
