When Elena finds a man collapsed in an alley, she refuses to walk away, haunted by the memory of those who once did. What begins as an act of compassion soon unravels into something far deeper, forcing her to confront grief, grace, and the quiet redemption love sometimes brings.
People walked past my husband as he died. They just looked at him and continued with their day.And that’s the part I still can’t shake.He was sitting outside a sandwich shop, eating lunch in full uniform. He had just texted me that he finally remembered to buy the Dijon mustard I’d been asking for.
