“It’s okay, Luna. I was the one blocking the way,” the woman said softly, her voice trembling with fear.

“No, no—it’s my fault. I was rushing,” I said, exhaling deeply as I bent down to gather my scattered paper bags.

Suddenly, someone rushed over and started helping me pick things up.

“Jennifer, what are you doing?” A familiar voice made me look up.

“Theo?” I murmured, recognizing him immediately.

“Luna, I’m so sorry. I accidentally left my wife here and forgot to unlock the brake on her wheelchair.” Theo hurried to help me collect the lunch I’d brought.

“It’s not a problem. I’m at fault too,” I said, trying to...