Nathaniel thanked her but made sure the money would go through the center’s normal process.

He did not want her kindness converted into a sentimental anecdote without her consent.

She leaned against the railing.

“A year ago, I was afraid to tell you we were sleeping in the car.

I thought you’d look at me differently.”

“I did,” he admitted.

Hannah turned toward him, startled.

“I began to see how much I hadn’t been noticing,” he said.