They returned to the cruiser a moment later, officers guiding them gently. Andrew stood there, holding the envelope to his chest. Watching as the girls finally drove off toward safety, toward home. And for the first time in a long, long while, he didn’t feel stuck. He didn’t feel invisible.
He felt… useful. He stepped into his old car, the same one that had almost refused to start, and exhaled a long breath. This time, when he turned the key, the engine roared to life without hesitation.