Dawn crept in quietly.
Matthew Powell, who had sat by the door all night, left early to buy breakfast. By the time the sky was fully bright, the thin mist over the Southside District had already begun to fade.
Inside, Sarah Lacy woke up, grabbed her toiletries, and went to the public restroom next door to brush her teeth and wash her face. After that, she filled a plastic basin with water, carried it back in, and carefully helped Alex Lacy wash up and change into clean clothes.
Matthew stepped in with breakfast in hand—then stopped.
He looked around the cramped space.
There wasn’t even a proper place to sit down and eat.
In the end, the three of them sat together on a worn wooden bench in the tiny park and ate their “family breakfast.”
Alex stared wide-eyed at the food Matthew had b
