girl who saw the man beneath the pain. I often wondered where she was, imagining her on billboards or living a life of luxury befitting her kindness.
Then came a rainy Tuesday evening.
I had ordered a late-night meal from a delivery app, preoccupied with a looming deadline. When the doorbell rang, I pulled it open with a polite smile, ready to tip the driver and return to my work.
I froze.
The woman standing on my porch was shivering, her thin jacket soaked through by the downpour. Even through
