“Hey there, sir,” I said gently. “Are you okay? I’m here to help.
Let’s get you inside where it’s warm.”
“I can’t…” the man stammered. “I need to find my wife. She’s waiting for me.”
My chest tightened.
I guided him carefully through the door into the café section, one hand on his elbow to steady him. The warmth hit us immediately, and I felt some of the tension leave his shoulders.
I ordered him a hot tea and brought it to a corner booth where we could sit without the stares. He wrapped both hands around the cup like it was the most precious thing in the world.
“What’s your name, sir?” I asked, sitting across from him.
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