Rain or heat, she rode through the city—three meals a day depended on her wheels.
Back to the Present – At the Hospital
Callie burst into the ER entrance with the old man on her back.
“Accident victim! He needs help!”
A nurse rushed forward.
A wheelchair appeared.
Doctors surrounded him and disappeared behind swinging doors.
“Are you family?” a nurse asked.
“No,” Callie panted. “I just found him.”
She dug through his pocket until she found a cracked phone.
Only one number was saved under MY SON.
She dialed.
A deep voice answered immediately:
“Dad?”
“This is… someone else,” Callie said shakily. “Your father was hit by a car. He’s at St. Mary’s Hospital.”
“What? I’m on my way!”
Thirty minutes later, a black Range Rover screeched into the parking lot.
A tall man—late 20s, immaculate shirt, expensive watch—rushed in.
“Where is he? My father! Who called me?”
Callie raised her hand timidly.
“You brought him here? On that bike?” the man asked, astonished.
She nodded.
Without another word, he ran into the ER.
Her Worst Fear Came True
Callie returned to the scene to retrieve the urgent package.
It was gone.
Stolen.
Her phone rang—her manager.
“You lost the package? You’re fired. Turn in your jacket and bike.”