So he looked.
And the world shifted.
A Little Girl on Trash, Holding a Dog Like a Lifeline
The alley was dim, lit only by a flickering neon sign. Snow blew in from the street like white dust. And there she was—a child no older than seven, lying on a flattened cardboard box, her thin arms wrapped protectively around a brown dog.
The dog shivered violently. But the girl held him tighter, as if her small body alone could keep him alive.