The cafe sidewalk was loud with the kind of life that never stops for anyone.

Then at the boy.

Then at the other two children standing beside him in oversized torn clothing, hungry and silent.

Then he laughed.

Hard.

A cold, mocking laugh that made a few nearby diners glance over before deciding it was none of their concern.

“You expect me to believe that?”

The boy didn’t move.

Didn’t flinch.

He held the baby more carefully, as though continue reading …