Chapter 240

• His tear fell with a soft plop, landing squarely on the back of Riley’s hand.
• She froze, a pang of sorrow twisting in her chest. In that instant, she thought—this man must have been starved of warmth for so long that even the smallest flicker of kindness from a stranger had bloomed into something vast and overwhelming inside him, enough to draw tears.
• Riley took a deep breath, snatched the moldy bun from his grip, and tossed it into the garbage. Then she shoved the bread, water, and the bills into his arms.