as if his honesty had restored more than jewelry. He told her his name when she asked, and then she disappeared clutching the ring to her chest. Lucas paid for his small groceries with the last of his month’s budget and went home assuming it was just one quiet moral choice in a week full of hard ones.
The next morning, the familiar commotion of backpacks and spills was interrupted by a sharp knock. A man in a tailored charcoal coat stood on the porch looking almost unreal against Lucas’s
