“Did Autumn ask you to sell your instrument to get her this money?”

“No, she had no idea what I was doing,” Noah answered adamantly, shaking his head.

“Autumn would have stopped me immediately because she knows how much I loved playing my songs every afternoon.”

“Then why did you make such a drastic choice all by yourself?” I asked, stepping forward to touch his arm.

“Because every single morning people just walk past her while she struggles,” Noah cried, tears spilling freely over his cheeks.

“I had something expensive sitting in my bedroom that I didn’t truly need to survive, so why wouldn’t I help her?”