My heart sank as I swallowed the lump in my throat. I imagined what she must’ve been feeling.
The young woman caught my eye as I drove past the empty parking lot on my way home from the store. There she sat, on the pavement in front of her car, her feet straight out in front of her. Her face was buried in her hands; her shoulders shook up and down.
A young man crouched before her, his arms resting on his knees. His face appeared kind, gentle. He was speaking to her out of what appeared to be genuine concern. Just as he cupped her face in his hands, I drove beyond the couple and a gnawing tightness in my chest signaled a familiar echo. Continue reading