The building was old and dimly lit, with cracked walls and a broken elevator. Inside, two small children sat on the floor under thin blankets. When Emily entered, they rushed to her, eyes wide with relief.
“This is Liam,” she said softly. “And Sophie.”
The children stared at him, uncertain. Then Sophie reached for the milk, whispering, “Thank you.”
Michael swallowed hard. “You’re welcome.”
He stayed for nearly an hour, learning about their life — the bills they couldn’t pay, the days without heat, and the father who was too broken to function. When Michael left that night, he promised himself he wouldn’t walk away again.
A Different Kind of Rescue
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