“Yes,” I replied, my voice trembling. “Is something wrong?”

He pulled out a photograph and handed it to me. “Do you recognize this man?”

My breath caught. The grainy image showed the young man from the church steps. The worn shoes, the scarf—it all came rushing back.

“Yes,” I whispered. “I remember him. Who is he?”

The officer smiled softly. “Ma’am… it’s me.”

 

Stunned, I stared at him. “You?”

He nodded, his voice thick with emotion. “You saved me that day.”