“Mommy, let’s go home! I’m hungry and it’s cold,” the other girl whines from behind the woman, tugging at her thin wrist.

“Oh! Okay, sweetheart. We’ll get going,” the woman replies, straightening up and smiling down at her daughter. She turns to Harley once more. “It’s nice meeting you dear, but we must get home. So should you, it’s getting late. I’m sure your parents are going to get worried about you.”

Harley stays silent and nods, watching as the woman waves goodbye and turns to leave with her daughter’s hand held in hers.

She feels her heart pang but she dismisses the feeling.

Next.