“A little,” she replied softly. “But I’m fine.”
The child tilted her head and examined her with remarkable seriousness. Her eyes drifted down to Elena’s bare feet.
“You don’t look fine.”
Before Elena could answer, the girl held out the paper bag.
“This is for you.”
Elena paused.
“What’s in it?” she asked gently.
“Cookies,” the girl said proudly. “Daddy bought them for me. But you look hungry.”
A tight ache formed in Elena’s chest.
A few feet away stood a tall man wrapped in a wool coat. He watched quietly, allowing the interaction to continue.
Slowly, Elena accepted the bag.
Heat seeped through the thin paper.
As she opened it, a familiar scent immediately reached her—fresh butter and sugar.
Chocolate chip cookies.
Still warm.
Her throat tightened as tears threatened to spill.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
She took a small bite.
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Sweetness spread across her senses, and she closed her eyes briefly, savoring the warmth.
When she looked back up, the little girl was still watching her.
This time, however, there was a thoughtful look on her face.
“You need a home,” the girl said quietly.
Elena offered a faint smile.
“Maybe someday.”
The child moved a little closer.
Then she spoke words that stole Elena’s breath.
“And I need a mom.”
Elena went completely still.
“What?”
Sophie answered as though she were simply sharing a fact.
“My name is Sophie. My mommy is in heaven. Daddy says she’s an angel now.”
Elena swallowed hard.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured.
Sophie observed her carefully.
“Are you an angel?”
Elena slowly shook her head.
“No,” she said honestly. “I’m not an angel.”
She hesitated.
“Just someone who made a lot of mistakes.”
For a brief moment, Sophie remained silent.
Then, with a calm wisdom far beyond her age, she reached up and touched Elena’s cheek with a mittened hand.
“That’s okay,” she said.
“Everybody makes mistakes.”
Her voice became softer.
“That’s why people need love.”
The words struck Elena more deeply than the freezing wind ever could.
Behind Sophie, the man finally stepped forward.
A polite smile crossed his face.
“I’m Ethan Reynolds,” he said. “Sophie’s father.”
Elena quickly brushed away her tears.
“Elena Carter.”
Ethan glanced at her bare feet and then at the snow gathering along the street.
“You shouldn’t be out here tonight,” he said carefully.
“I’ll manage.”
He paused briefly.
Then he continued.
“My wife passed away six months ago,” he said quietly. “It’s been… difficult for Sophie.”
Sophie immediately reached for Elena’s hand.
“She’s nice, Daddy.”
Ethan gave a small nod.
