It was Lydia.
Her mouth opened slightly. “You,” she whispered.
I could see the exact moment recognition hit her.
Her shoulders dropped, and so did her voice.
“Please,” Lydia said quietly. “I really need it.”
Her fingers tightened around the sneakers as if they were the only thing she had left to sell.
“I really need it.”
I slowly reached into my bag.
Lydia watched my hand like someone waiting for a lifeline.
I pulled out one thing and placed it in her hands.
Lydia stared at it. Her brows pulled together in confusion, and her fingers began to shake.
