Rivas, opened the door before they knocked.

“You’re looking for that father,” she said.

She had seen the news.

On Saturday morning, a man had appeared on the steps soaked, limping, and confused.

She’d been in the building preparing food boxes when she heard him knock.

“He asked for a telephone,” she said.

“I went to get one.

When I came back, he was sitting on the floor.”