Anomaly short story

The first time Amelia Hart noticed the anomaly, she thought she was tired. People often blamed exhaustion for impossible things. A shadow where no shadow should be. A voice in an empty room. A memory that didn't belong. Life was easier when mysteries could be explained away. Unfortunately, the anomaly refused to disappear. It appeared every day at exactly 11:11 a.m. For sixty seconds. No more. No less. The world paused. Birds froze in the sky. Cars stopped moving. Conversations halted mid-sentence. Even the wind seemed trapped in place. Only Amelia remained free to move. Free to think. Free to wonder. And standing in the middle of the frozen world was a boy. A boy she had never met. A boy who seemed to know her. The first time he smiled. The second time he waved