For a second I could only stare at him, caught off guard by the sheer, uncomplicated joy in his grin. I lowered the window a few inches, the cool evening air slipping inside along with the faint scent of wet pavement and lilies from the shop next door. “Where are your parents, little man?” I asked, keeping my voice gentle. The boy giggled, rocking back on his heels like this was the best game he had ever played, and in that moment a woman hurried around the corner of the building, coat flapping open, followed closely by a man who looked just as flustered. She scooped the child up in one smooth motion, settling him on her hip with the practiced ease of someone who had done it a number of times before. The boy laughed louder, wrapping his arms around her neck as if he had not just tried to climb into a stranger’s car. “I’m so sorry,” the woman said, breathless, her eyes meeting mine through the open window. “He got away from us for two seconds while we were grabbing flowers for
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