The aunt followed her line of sight and looked over. She froze for a moment, then seemed to suddenly remember something, her eyes widening at once.
She stared at me for a few seconds, her breathing growing lighter.
“Madam,” she lowered her voice, though her tone clearly became urgent, “Do you remember… the girl I told you about over a month ago, the one I ran into at Bayou Pointe train station?”
The old woman paused slightly. “I remember. Why bring that up all of a sudden?”
The aunt’s fingers lifted unconsciously, pointing at me, her voice trembling with barely restrained excitement.
“It’s her.”
In that instant, I recognized the aunt as well. On the day I ran away, she was the one who saved me at the train station.
What an unbelievable coincidence, to meet her again here.
But by th
