She walked into a restaurant to eat leftovers because she was starving… without knowing that the owner would change her destiny forever.
The city was freezing. The kind of cold that a scarf or shoveling your hands in your pockets can’t take away. It was the kind of cold that seeps into your bones, that reminds you that you’re alone, homeless, without food… without anyone. Not that hunger of “I haven’t eaten in a few hours,” but…
