I thought about my rent. About the empty fridge. About my almost-maxed-out card.
“Are you sure?” Ethan asked quietly. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I’m sure.”
He nodded and rang her items with mine.
She cradled the bread and milk like they were precious.
“No one has ever done something like this for me,” she whispered.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“Hargrove. Mrs. Hargrove,” she said.
“You have a good heart, Lily,” she said. “Do not let this world close it.”
She shuffled away slowly, past all the people who had just called her pathetic.
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