Just as the elderly woman was about to reach the automatic doors, a child, no older than nine or ten, appeared seemingly out of nowhere. He had been standing by the candy aisle, clutching a small bag of gummy bears, when he noticed the commotion. His large, curious eyes watched the woman struggle, and unlike the adults, he couldn’t look away.
The boy’s name was Leo, and he was in the store with his mother, who was busy comparing prices on canned goods. But Leo’s attention was entirely on the grandmother. He approached her cautiously, his small sneakers squeaking against the polished floor. His heart pounded not from fear, but from a determination he didn’t quite understand.
“Are you okay, ma’am?” Leo asked, his voice a soft whisper amid the bustling noise of the store.
