Lucas
I blink, trying hard not to cry. They took everything from me, what the little I had. How naive of me to think I would be able to survive on the streets. My notebook and my precious books are gone. I no longer have the little money I’d managed to save so I could sleep in some seedy hotel.
I have nothing clean to wear. I don’t have anything at all.
But…
I have this beautiful stranger walking beside me. A stranger who followed me just to tell me he didn’t mean any harm, and now he’s taking me home with him. A stranger who walks without looking at me, but pauses to give me time to keep up.
Pete, are you really Santa Claus?
It’s true, he doesn’t live far away. We get there in about fifteen minutes. The apartment is small but cute. It’s painted in light colors and the chairs and sof
