She looked up at him, her eyes lost, and her voice was a tiny, broken whisper. “He’s gone, Marco. Frank… he’s gone.”
Her world had shattered just 20 minutes earlier. Frank had passed away suddenly from a heart attack while sitting in his favorite chair. The paramedics had already come and gone. Agnes, in a state of pure shock, had wheeled herself onto the porch, not knowing what to do, where to go, or how to breathe.
She was completely alone in the first moment of her new life.
Marco’s heart broke. He didn’t say a word. He just dropped to his knees, wrapped his arms around the frail, sobbing woman, and held her.“I’m so sorry, ma’am,” he whispered, his own voice thick with emotion. “I’ve got you. Just breathe with me, all right? You’re not alone.”
He wasn’t a driver anymore. He was the first person to catch her as she fell. He just knelt there on the cold porch, letting her soak his uniform with tears, a pillar of comfort when her entire world had just turned to dust.
