I Bought Food for a Poor Old Man and His Dog – What I Saw at My Door the Next Morning Left Me Frozen

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His gaze dropped to where my hand was. “You’re expecting.”

“Seven months. And one day, Bean and I might need someone to do the same for us.”

“Bean?”

I managed a smile despite everything. “Still working on the real name.”

Something shifted in his expression. The walls came down for just a second, and I saw someone who understood what it meant to need help.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “Pippin thanks you too.” The little dog’s tail wagged like she knew exactly what was happening.

The cashier started scanning everything again, relief written all over her face. My card went through, thank God, and I tried not to think about how this would look on my bank statement. I even grabbed a rotisserie chicken from the warmer and added it to his bag.

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