Taxi -

Elias looked at the driver, then back at the woman. A strange feeling of recognition washed over him. He remembered this bakery from his childhood; he hadn't been here in twenty years.

"That’s Sarah," the driver said. "She’s celebrating her first birthday without her father. He used to drive this cab." Elias looked at the driver, then back at the woman

Elias felt a pull he couldn’t explain. He stepped out of the taxi and walked into the bakery. When Sarah looked up and saw him, her eyes widened. "Elias? From the old neighborhood?" Elias looked at the driver

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. Elias looked at the driver, then back at the woman