“That scar…” the old worker whispered.

“I’ve seen it before.”

The entire aisle went silent.

He stepped closer, his voice trembling.

“Years ago… a terrified young woman ran into the parking lot… holding a baby…”

The girl slowly looked up.

“She was begging me to hide her child,” he continued.
“She said someone was coming for them…”

The elegant woman’s smile disappeared.

Completely.

“I never saw the mother again,” the worker said.

His eyes filled with shock as he looked at the girl.

“But that baby…”

He took a step back.

“…had the same scar.”

The coins slipped from the girl’s hands again.

The phone in the background kept recording.

And suddenly—

Everyone wasn’t looking at the girl anymore.

They were looking at the elegant woman.

Because for the first time…

She looked afraid.