“I’ll repay you when I’m older,” the homeless girl pleaded as she asked the millionaire for a small carton of milk for her crying baby brother — and his reaction stunned everyone.

When he returned outside with several heavy bags, the small crowd had grown quieter. Ava stared at the groceries as if they might vanish if she blinked.

“This is too much,” she said quickly, panic edging into her voice. “I only asked for milk.”

“You asked for help,” Nathaniel replied gently. He set the bags down beside her. Then, making sure no one else was too close, he slipped an envelope into the pocket of her jacket. “There’s some cash in there. Enough to get you through a bit.”

Her eyes filled, but she blinked hard, determined not to cry. “I’ll pay you back,” she said again, fiercer now. “When I’m older. I won’t forget.”

He smiled, a real one, the kind his colleagues almost never saw. “You don’t owe me anything.”

“Yes, I do,” she insisted.

Before he left, he made a call, speaking quietly, giving instructions with the same precision he used in boardrooms. When he finally stood, he looked back once more. “Someone will come talk to you soon,” he said. “They’ll help you find somewhere safe. Tell them my name.”

As his car pulled away, Ava held her brother closer, watching until the vehicle disappeared into traffic. She didn’t know much about millionaires, but she knew this: for the first time in weeks, she wasn’t completely afraid of tomorrow.

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