And I wondered what would have happened if I hadn’t been there.
## A Month Passed
Life moved on.
Bills.
Work.
Housework.
Appointments.
Ordinary problems.
I eventually stopped thinking about Maya every day.
But I didn’t forget her.
Then, almost exactly a month later, my husband and I returned to the same grocery store.
It was a Saturday afternoon.
The parking lot was crowded.
I was thinking about what to cook for dinner when I noticed someone standing near the entrance.
A young woman.
A baby.
A stroller.
I recognized her instantly.
Maya.
I stopped walking.
My husband looked at me.
“What?”
I pointed.
He followed my gaze.
His expression changed.
“Seriously?”
Maya hadn’t seen us yet.
She was standing beside the stroller, talking to someone.
But something about her looked different.
She was wearing a clean jacket.
Her hair was neatly pulled back.
The baby was dressed in a bright little outfit.
