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

around him. And these—” I held up the warmers. “Wrap them in a shirt first so they don’t touch skin.”

The man’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not letting us in?”

I didn’t get defensive. I didn’t perform.

I said the truth.

“I have an old dog,” I called. “He can’t handle the stress of strangers in his space right now. But I can still help you.”

The man’s jaw clenched.continue reading …