Tamantha hurriedly walked down the bustling city streets, her eyes scanning the crowds with a mixture of hope and apprehension. She had been searching for the homeless man, Weston, for days, hoping to help him find shelter and a warm meal. News of a sudden drop in temperature only fueled her determination to locate him. As she turned a corner, her heart skipped a beat when she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure huddled near a dilapidated building.
“Tamantha!” a voice called out from behind her. She turned to find her friend and fellow volunteer Lindsey, jogging to catch up.
“I think I saw someone!” Tamantha exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement. “He was right there, by that old building.”
Lindsey’s expression mirrored her enthusiasm as they quickened their pace, closing
