A car slowed beside her, the window rolling down to reveal an older man with gray hair and a weathered face. “Ma’am!” he called. “Are you all right?”
He didn’t hesitate. He jumped out, grabbed her bag, and helped her into the backseat of his warm, worn-out car. “Hold on,” he said, his voice calm and steady. “We’re going to get you to the hospital.”
Later, she would learn his name was Nathan — a widowed truck driver who now worked part-time as a cab driver. That night, though, he was simply her miracle.
He drove through the storm like a man on a mission. When they reached the hospital, nurses rushed her inside. Nathan followed, pacing the halls as doctors and midwives surrounded her. Hours passed in a haze of pain and fear.
Finally, a nurse emerged with a tired smile. “You have a healthy baby boy.”
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