awake,” I told him. “What’s your name?”
“Grant.”
“Hang on, Grant. Help is on the way.”
The paramedics arrived quickly and took him away.
I assumed I wouldn’t see him again, but three days later he returned with a bandage under his shirt. He sat in the booth facing the entrance.
“Thank you for saving my life, Lena.”
The coffee train.
“What happened?”
“I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
Her expression warned me not to ask any more questions, so I didn’t.
Grant became a regular.
