walking.
For the first time in a long time, the man everyone ignored became the center of the street.
But it was not kindness that brought the crowd closer.
It was curiosity.
“What happened to him?” someone asked.
“Maybe he’s drunk,” another voice said.
Janelle turned with tears in her eyes.
“He is not drunk.
Help me.
” Malik’s hand was still pressed against his chest.
His breathing came out rough and broken.
He tried to push himself up, but his body betrayed him.
“I’m fine,” he whispered.
“No, you’re not,”
