Water seeped through the cracks of her worn sneakers, and her damp jeans clung tightly to her legs. Her coat, more repair than original material, sagged from her shoulders—
but her movements were deliberate and familiar.
Clara had a rule: never beg. She came once a week, always quiet, never pleading. Just a soft knock and a patient wait. Some nights she left with a scrap of sourdough.
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