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The rain was soaking through her clothes as she stood under the hotel awning. “Sir… do you require assistance? I can do any work—my child hasn’t eaten,” she said softly, holding a sleeping infant tightly against her chest.

I almost walked past without noticing her.

Then she raised her head.

Everything froze.

“Lena?”

Her lips quivered. A bruise shaded continue reading …