new future.
Sometimes, while I’m serving coffee in the cafe, advising a customer, or sitting next to Grant at sunset, I remember the frightened woman who was alone near that gas pump.
I’m no longer ashamed of her.
I am grateful to him.
She refused to sit around waiting for people who had never valued her.
He distanced himself from everything that was familiar and built a life practically from scratch.
They thought they were leaving her behind.
Actually, it was she who finally abandoned them.
