“Thank you,” Gigi said again, so softly I almost didn’t hear her.
“You don’t need to keep thanking me.”
“Yes, I do.” She looked at me with those tired, grateful eyes. “Most people don’t see us. They walk right past.”
I swallowed hard. “I see you.”
“Will you come back?”
“Most people don’t see us. They walk right past.”
The question caught me off guard.
“Would you want me to?”
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