‘Hold on, wait. Just one minute’ he said, running after her, his right hand stretched towards her, as if to rein her gait.
She whirled around and came to face him. She shifted the baby further up her hip.
‘Before you go, please take this from me. Just this last thing and I’ll let you go. I promise.’ He held out to her a single rose, its petals tightly furled.
She adjusted the strap of her bag on her other shoulder and reached out for the gift. A thorn pricked her just as her fingers closed around the stalk.
His heart bled.