That night I barely remembered?
For me, it was nothing.
For him…
It was the beginning of something.
A turning point.
A moment someone didn’t walk away.
“Thank you,” he said quietly.
Then he stepped back.
Didn’t reach for a handshake.
Didn’t try to hug me.
Just… nodded.
The engines started one by one.
Not loud.
Not aggressive.
Just… steady.
They rode off slowly.
Like they didn’t want to break the moment.
And then they were gone.
The street went quiet again.
Like nothing had happened.
I stood there for a while.
Holding that piece of paper.
Later that night, I sat in the living room longer than usual.
