Cold pavement slapped against her shoes as she hurried toward him. Every second felt like a countdown — one more moment for a car not paying attention to swerve, one more second for something irreversible to happen.
“Come here, baby!” she called, her voice soft, urgent, trembling in a way only grandmothers know.
The little boy turned toward her, his tiny bare feet shifting in the street. He didn’t cry, didn’t scream, didn’t run — he simply looked lost, like the world had suddenly become too big to understand.
Barbara scooped him into her arms.
He was lighter than she expected… and warmer.
For a moment she held him close, her heart pounding. “I got you,” she whispered without even realizing she was speaking. “You’re okay now.”Continue reading…
