The Reflection
That night, Daniel sat alone in his truck, the neon lights of Miller’s Diner glowing faintly in his rearview mirror. He thought of all the times he’d seen signals too late — in warzones, in chaos, in lives that couldn’t be saved.
But this time, a silent plea had been answered.
Sometimes heroes don’t arrive in capes or headlines.
Sometimes they sit quietly in diners, watching, listening — waiting for a hand to rise.
And sometimes, the smallest gesture can change everything.
