Charlotte rode the bus to work. She’d go straight up and to the front seat, the same one she’d always sit on with Michael.
Head against the window, her mind would drift to her husband and baby boy…the accident, watching the life drain from the man whom she was supposed to grow old with, as she lay trapped beside him. Michael’s loud cries from the baby-seat, growing softer and finally no more, as his bright blue eyes closed forever.
Charlotte gulped back tears. Even though the truck driver had been at fault when he careered into them, she was the one at the wheel and hadn’t driven since.
Today, as she exited the bus someone tapped her gently on the shoulder.
“I think you dropped this,” he said smiling, holding out her file. Arm outstretched, she felt herself staring into his blue eyes, as he turned and melted into the crowd, leaving her motionless, hand in midair.
At the office she flipped through the file but stopped short at the sight of a note.
I’m sorry you’re sad but happiness will find you again, let it.
Her eyes welled up and suddenly she gasped out loud….those eyes… Michael!