Taxi

It wasn't a business card. It was a faded photograph of a younger version of the driver, holding a baby girl in front of that very bakery.

"Go on," the driver urged. "She’s waiting for a sign that she’s not alone." It wasn't a business card

Elias realized then that he hadn't paid a fare. But as he looked at Sarah, who was smiling for the first time in months, he knew the ride was worth more than any amount of money. "She’s waiting for a sign that she’s not alone

They talked for hours. By the time they walked out together, the rain had stopped. Elias looked toward the curb, but the yellow cab was gone. Only a small, peppermint-scented card lay on the ground where the car had been parked. By the time they walked out together, the rain had stopped

Elias felt a pull he couldn’t explain. He stepped out of the taxi and walked into the bakery. When Sarah looked up and saw him, her eyes widened. "Elias? From the old neighborhood?"