I Helped a Young Mom with Her Baby in a Grocery Store – Three Days Later, a Large Black SUV Was Parked Right Outside My House

Some looked away. One older woman stopped, set a bottle of water beside Kayla, patted her shoulder, and moved on without a word.

The baby’s breath warmed my collarbone. My arm ached, but I didn’t move.

The paramedics arrived within minutes.

Two of them knelt beside Kayla, speaking low and calm.

“Hey there,” one said. “First panic attack?”

She nodded, still shaking.

“Feels like you’re dying, right?” he said. “You’re not.

We’ve got you.”

They checked her vitals, talked her through slow breathing. When they helped her stand, her legs wobbled.

I finally passed the baby back.

She curled around him, arms tight, chin on his head.

Before they wheeled her toward the front, she turned to me and grabbed my hand.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you for not walking past me.”

My eyes burned.

“You’re welcome,” I said.

“You’re not alone. Remember that.”

Then she was gone.

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