He guided her eyes for a fleeting connection. “Officer Chen,” he said softly. “You ever wonder where you got that scar on your eyebrow?” She blinked, caught off guard. “You fell off a red tricycle. I carried you inside.” Traffic faded. Lips parted, words unspoken. In the amber light of the highway sunset, two strangers bridged the decades — duty and love, law and forgiveness, realizing neither was truly lost anymore.
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