Mom, listen to me.

I think I’m standing in the same building as the woman who saved your life.”

I have been asked, telling this story since, whether I believe it was a coincidence — Natalie’s own daughter working in the very building where the woman who saved Natalie’s life had come to spend her last years, two of us on the same shift, close enough to share a pot of weak breakroom tea.

And I understand why people ask.