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

at him, even when her mouth stayed sharp.

“I can take him,” I said before I fully meant to.

David’s head snapped up. “What?”

“I can take him,” I repeated, the words tasting like a door opening. “If you want. If you’re okay with it.”

David stared at me like I’d offered something insane.

“You’re… a delivery driver,” he said, and it came out uglier than he continue reading …