Months passed.
Sofia was taken to a safe temporary home.
She started going to school again.
She learned to sleep without fear.
Eat slowly.
Trust.
Laugh again.
And Elena continued to visit her.
Initially out of duty.
Then for something much deeper.
One afternoon, while they were walking together in a park, Sofia carefully took Elena’s hand.
-Official?
-Yeah?
The girl barely smiled.
—That day… when he protected me…
Elena looked at her.
Sofia squeezed his hand a little tighter.
—It was the first time someone chose me.
Elena felt tears fill her eyes.
And he understood something important.
Sometimes saving a life doesn’t begin with gunfire or chases.
Sometimes it simply starts…
picking up a piece of bread from the ground.
