"Here, let me help you." Samantha crouched beside the elderly woman, gathering the scattered groceries with practiced ease. The woman had been bumped by a man in a hurry, sending her bags tumbling to the ground. He barely glanced at her before walking into the store, indifferent to the mess he'd caused.
Despite the scene playing out in full view, no one stepped in. They just watched, absorbed in their own errands.
"Thank you, hija," the woman said, turning to Samantha. Her gratitude flickered into hesitation as she took a closer look. Her brows furrowed, recognition stirring in the depths of her eyes.
Had they met before?
A sharp voice cut through the murmur of passing shoppers.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!"
Samantha turned toward the commotion, as did the elderly woman. A
