As he approached the spot where the woman had been, his heart pounded in his chest. She was not there. Disappointed but not entirely surprised, he began to ask around, describing the woman to vendors and regular patrons. Eventually, an elderly vendor nodded knowingly.

“That sounds like Maggie,” the vendor said. “She’s been around here a few months. Poor soul, keeps to herself mostly. I think she stays in the shelter a few blocks from here.”

With a newfound determination, Daniel made his way to the shelter. He found Maggie sitting in a corner, reading a weathered book. As he approached, she looked up, and their eyes met. This time, there was no mistaking the recognition in her gaze.

“Do I know you?” she asked, her voice soft yet trembling with a hint of hope.