The Kindest Lie: A Delivery Driver, an Old Woman, and Rusty’s Last Winter

by the door. And my building…” He stopped, caught himself. “Where I live, it’s complicated.”

No brand names. No corporate housing. Just a man admitting life doesn’t have space for one more responsibility.

“You’re thinking of giving him up,” I said.

David flinched as if I’d slapped him with truth.

“I don’t want to,” he said quickly. “I’m not a monster.”

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