A message from an unknown number: “My wife passed that night. Thank you for letting me say goodbye.”
I froze.
The world around me seemed to go silent. I just sat there with my phone in both hands, staring at the words that felt too heavy for a screen.
My chest tightened, and suddenly, the simple favor I’d done for a stranger felt enormous—like I’d unknowingly held open a door for someone at the very edge of losing everything.
I didn’t know what to say back. I didn’t know if anything I wrote would matter. But I knew one thing: that tiny moment at the train station—one small decision to trust someone—had given a husband his final words to the woman he loved.
And sitting there, I held my phone like something sacred, realizing how fragile and precious a single goodbye can be.
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered. Any resemblance is coincidental. The author and publisher disclaim accuracy, liability, and responsibility for interpretations or reliance. All images are for illustration purposes only.
