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.
"I know where you’re going," the driver interrupted softly. Elias froze. "I haven't told you yet." It wasn't a business card
Elias realized then that he hadn't paid a fare. But as he looked at Sarah, who was smiling for the first time in months, he knew the ride was worth more than any amount of money. It wasn't a business card