As the vehicle pulled away from the curb, her mind was consumed by the tasks ahead—unloading groceries, preparing dinner, and managing the myriad demands of her daily routine. The memory of Joe on the sidewalk faded quickly as she was absorbed into the rhythm of her own life.
Minutes stretched into an hour, and Joe’s condition deteriorated further. His breaths had become shallow and ragged, each inhaling a struggle against the encroaching darkness. His attempts to move were growing increasingly feeble, his limbs no longer responding with the strength they once had.