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

slightly beneath the worn blanket.

A tiny hand stirred inside the folds.

The old man’s gaze dropped to it.

For the first time, the smile left his face.

The boy rose just enough to bring the child closer.

The old man should have stopped him.

He didn’t.

His grip tightened on the fork.

His breathing shifted.

The city behind them seemed to soften and blur.

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