When I reached the front of the line, he looked at me for a long moment. Then his face lit up.
“You look familiar,” he said.
His eyes widened with recognition. “You were that couple! I remember — it was freezing that night.”
He laughed, the same easy laugh from years ago. “Funny thing — that night changed me. I was exhausted and ready to give up. But after I dropped you off, I thought, maybe the world does notice when you try to do good. I stuck with it. Saved enough to finish school. That moment kept me going.”
My heart clenched.
“I think I wronged you later,” I admitted quietly. “I worked in zoning. I flagged Bright Steps. I didn’t realize what that meant to you.”
He paused, then nodded slowly. “You probably weren’t wrong. The building had issues. We were hanging on by threads.”
“But I’m sorry,” I said. “I never saw the people behind the paperwork.”
He gave me a small smile. “Sometimes a closed door is what pushes you toward a better one. If Bright Steps hadn’t shut down, I might never have left town. Never gone to college. Never learned what I was capable of.”
Then, with a calm that only wisdom brings, he added, “I don’t hold grudges. But I do remember — all of it.”
What Redemption Looks Like
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