I was driving home, weighed down by the worst day of my life my fiancé called off our wedding last week, and I’d just lost my job. As rain poured down, my phone buzzed again. It was Mom, worried about the storm. I told her I’d be home soon, though inside I felt shattered. Then, a yellow school bus rolled past. At the back window, a little girl was banging and yelling for help. My heart stopped. I sped after the bus, honking, but the driver seemed unaware.
