Taxi -

They talked for hours. By the time they walked out together, the rain had stopped. Elias looked toward the curb, but the yellow cab was gone. Only a small, peppermint-scented card lay on the ground where the car had been parked.

"Go on," the driver urged. "She’s waiting for a sign that she’s not alone." They talked for hours

It wasn't a business card. It was a faded photograph of a younger version of the driver, holding a baby girl in front of that very bakery. They talked for hours