Elena's car slowly made its way through the evening traffic. A classical song played softly from the car speakers, calming her mind as she imagined Alva's face. Today, Elena had promised to pick up her son herself, something she rarely did lately due to her busy schedule at the boutique.

"Alva will be so happy to be picked up by me," Elena whispered with a smile.

Elena glanced at the clock on the dashboard. There were still ten minutes before the school bell rang. She accelerated the car slightly, trying not to be late.

Suddenly, from the sidewalk, an old woman with plastic shopping bags crossed the street without looking...