When the Signal Dies, Love Is Logistics—and Every Choice Has a Cost

doesn’t mean sacrificing your ability to keep helping.”

Silence.

Then the beanie guy spoke up, voice edged. “So you picked favorites.”

A few people flinched. The tension sharpened.

I met his eyes. “I picked capacity,” I said. “I picked what my supplies could handle. If you want to call that favorites, you can. But the cold doesn’t care what you call it.continue reading …