I turned.
And there she was.
The woman from the roadside.
Only now she wasn’t gray-faced and folded in pain.
She stood straight, smiling, one hand resting lightly on the back of a lobby chair.
She looked a little tired still, but alive.
Decidedly alive.
For a second I just stared at her.
Then I laughed out loud from pure relief.
“It’s you.”
“It is,” she said warmly. “And I have been waiting for you.”
She stepped closer and took both my hands in hers.
Her grip was soft but steady.
“I owe you my life.”
I shook my head fast.
“No. Don’t say that.”
“Why not? The doctors did.”
I didn’t know what to do with that.
So I asked the first dumb thing that came to mind.
“How are you feeling?”
She smiled.
“Like someone who got a second chance yesterday morning.”
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding since the day before.
