True Love Waits

After she placed the burning incense in the censer, Evelyn took a stack of money from her purse and put it in the collection box before she left.

There were many things that were new to her, many things that she never saw in Y City. Evelyn couldn't help herself. She was drawn to the souvenirs.

"Tayson, I'm kinda thirsty." She forgot to bring her water bottle with her when she left the car, and there wasn't a convenience store in sight.

After checking her surroundings with concern, Tayson accidentally saw a man smiling at Evelyn from a distance. "Wait here. I'll get your water. I'll be back soon," he said. "Okay." Evelyn waited for him under a bodhi tree.

As she took her phone from her bag, a shabbily-dressed old woman walked towards her. "Miss..."

Evelyn raised her head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Ahem! Ahem! Miss, can you do me a favor?" The old woman looked to be in her eighties. Her voice was thin and reedy once she cleared her throat. She was too weak to stand on her crutch. She looked pitiful.

"What is it?" 'Did she want money?' Evelyn was ready to give her some.

The old lady said with a smile, "I want to bring some food for my granddaughter, but I don't have the money for the bus, and I can't go on foot." She looked at her crutch with disdain. "Can you go for me? Ahem..." The old woman didn't seem to be in good health. She kept coughing.

After a short pause, Evelyn answered, "I don't know. Your daughter might be out of my way."

"There's only one road out of town. She's just past the checkpoints at the border." She showed Evelyn the backpack. "It's not too heavy. There's not a lot in there. I made some buns for her, and I packed some sugar and a few other things. Will you please help me?"

'The border checkpoints?' Evelyn knew about the border checkpoints. When they arrived in town, there were a few lines waiting to be inspected, and it took them twenty minutes to get through the checkpoint. All kinds of people crossed the border, so the inspectors were quite strict.

"So how do I get a hold of your granddaughter?" Evelyn was too kind to turn her down.

The old woman handed her the backpack and smiled kindly. "Thank you, miss. You are a good person. I have her teacher's phone number..."

slightly worn-out backpack, a familiar

around to see who it was.

gave it

going to cry. "Who are you? She

we're not leaving

Evelyn's regard for Sheffield left after he turned down the old woman.

the old woman away. "Hey, lady! Scram! She has a bodyguard! You're lucky, I like you. But her bodyguard? He doesn't like anybody." Tears streamed down the old woman's

in him, Evelyn walked around Sheffield to confront him, and said angrily, "I can make my own decisions, guy! Did I ask

not

anything to do with you! You're not

with a bottle of water, Evelyn told him coldly, "See that guy over there? If he comes any closer, get

is not like what you think. Listen

her eyebrows. 'He called her

sorry," Tayson said, trying to block Sheffield from

she didn't help the old woman and now she wouldn't be in trouble. It wasn't a

what had happened, so she wanted to go back

was crouching on the ground, crying, holding his head. When they finally

to him, there were a number of border patrol officers, surrounding him and a backpack on

it was the one that the old woman had asked her to bring to her granddaughter this

one of the officials checking the trunk of their

contraband through the border. He insisted that he was helping an old woman. We asked him to tell us what she looked like. Although he gave a description, how do we know he's not lying? He'll tell the truth, even if we have to take

at the opened backpack. Buns were scattered

their ID cards. Then Tayson closed the car trunk and went to fetch his own

card over to the officer,