It had been weeks since Daniel began living under the roof of the old man who found him that cold, lonely night on the streets. The man had introduced himself simply as Ben Williams.
His voice had carried a warmth Daniel hadn’t felt in a long time; the kind of voice that assured of nothing but safety.
From that night on, Ben treated him like his own child. He gave him a room in his small wooden cabin, deep in the quiet stretch of the woods, where the air smelled of pine and old earth.
Daniel quickly adapted to the rhythm of life there — early mornings filled with birdsong, late evenings beside a crackling fire, listening to stories about life and survival.
The old man cooked, taught him how to fish in the nearby stream, and sometimes, they would sit outside just watching the stars. F
