Walter had collected discarded bicycles from neighbors who wanted them gone.

He cleaned the parts, replaced what he could, and gave the finished bikes away.

A retired librarian occasionally donated lights and helmets.

A local bakery set out leftover rolls.

It was not a grand charity.

It was four people doing small things quietly.

“Then why lie to us?” Brenda asked.

Gavin picked at the edge of his hospital blanket.