I looked through the front window. Then I thought about Kevin, my four-year-old son.
« You walk out during service, you’re done. »
I pushed past Greg and ran outside.
For half a second, his warning followed me across the street. No job. No paycheck. Emily pregnant. Kevin needing shoes.
Then another scream came from upstairs.
After that, there wasn’t a choice left to make.
His warning followed me across the street.
I came out of the building the first time with an older man leaning almost all his weight against me.
The second time, I found a woman crouched near a wall with a little boy crushed against her chest.
« Please, » she kept saying. « Please get my baby out. »
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