“No. Hang on.” I pull off my mitten with my teeth, then fumble with the lamp until I finally manage to turn it on. I raise my arm over my head and wave it. “Can you see me?”
“Yes. Coming.”
It doesn’t even take him a minute to reach me and he sinks to his knees when he’s by my side. “Are you all right? I saw you passing by my window and I was worried when you never came back. I decided I’d come up and check on you.”
I’m one second away from bursting into tears. I can’t believe the thoughtfulness of this stranger. The kindness. The way people behave online—and in real life—these days has made me believe kindness is dead. I’m incredibly happy to be proven wrong.
“No, I’m not all right,” I choke out. “I was looking at the stones and didn’t pay attention to the ground, so I stumbled and fel
