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Allison sat in her kitchen, nursing a mug of tea and staring blankly out the window. She saw nothing—not the kids cycling down the sidewalk, nor the neighbors chatting over their garden fences. Her mind was stuck, looping through the wreckage of the last few days. It had started with a frantic call from Tori, the twenty-three-year-old daughter of her lifelong friend, Evelyn. The girl had been hysterical. — Allison, please, you have to come. Mom’s collapsed. She can’t get up, and she’s asking for you. She says it’s urgent. Evelyn lived just two doors down the hall. Terrified, Allison …

I noticed him near a traffic light. A face far too serious for a child, eyes dull with exhaustion, clothes dirty and worn thin. All around him swirled the pre-holiday chaos — crowds of indifferent passersby rushing past, laden with shopping bags full of gifts, alcohol, and food. Without thinking much, I made a U-turn, parked by a large department store, and walked quietly toward the bench. — Hey, move over. Do you mind if I sit? — What, man, are you tired or something? — he rasped, his voice rough from a cold. — No. Just felt like talking. …

The hospital environment was weighing heavily on Emily. From behind the wall came the cries of newborns, and the young woman irritably pressed her palms to her ears. But it did not help. The piercing infant wails gave Emily a splitting headache. Right now, she longed for only one thing—to get out of the maternity ward as soon as possible and pretend that none of it had ever happened. But the elderly midwife, Aunt Valerie, returned and began persuading her once again: – Emily, dear, maybe you will change your mind after all. You have such a wonderful little girl. …

The old, gasoline-reeking bus rumbled to a stop, and Alice finally stepped out into the fresh air. A heavy rain had recently fallen, and the roadside was awash in mud. The woman’s face was as gloomy as the surrounding landscape. Her native village was visible nearby. Alice looked closely. Everything remained the same. Lights were already twinkling in the windows, and dogs were barking excitedly. Exactly as it had been six years ago. Only the farm equipment was no longer on the hill. Alice didn’t know exactly what had happened to the farm. Apparently, Mr. Brown’s heirs did not want …

After looking cautiously around, Edward bent down, picked the banknote off the ground, and muttered under his breath: — Well, that’s me sorted for today. And he was right: finding money on the street didn’t happen often. For a man living rough, this was practically winning the lottery. It wasn’t a huge amount, but it would buy a loaf of bread and a carton of milk, enough to quiet the gnawing in his stomach for a little while. The best part was that he already knew a little shop where the women behind the counter never grimaced or sniffed when …