As I approached, she called softly, “Excuse me—could you help me, dear?” Her voice was polite but carried a strange tremor, a subtle discord I couldn’t place. Instantly, my gut clenched. Helping strangers was second nature to me, yet every instinct yelled to keep moving. I forced a tight smile and mumbled, “Sorry, I’m in a hurry,” then jogged off...
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