“It was my grandmother’s,” she said. “She told me to give it to the woman who saves me. That’s you.”
Years later, I stood beside her as her maid of honor. Anna had found love again — a kind man she met at the hospital. When she placed her newborn in my arms, a tiny girl named Olivia Claire, I broke down completely.
And that’s when I realized: fate hadn’t just crossed our paths — it had stitched two broken souls back together.
All it took was one act of kindness, one forgotten pair of shoes, and one last $5 that ended up buying a miracle.
