She Stepped Away from the Counter for Just Five Minutes to Help a Man Collapsing Outside the Diner on Highway…

She glanced toward the kitchen window where Dale Morrison, the diner’s owner and manager, stood reviewing receipts with the expression of someone perpetually calculating margins.

“Dale,” she called gently, “there’s a guy out front who doesn’t look good.”

Dale barely lifted his head. “People pass through. Not our problem.”

Savannah hesitated for half a second — long enough to know she wouldn’t forgive herself if she stayed.

“I’ll be right back,” she said.