“You don’t understand what you’ve done,” the man said sharply.
The well-dressed boy slowly stood up.
“I just gave him food.”
“That boy doesn’t belong here,” the man snapped. “You have no idea who he is.”
The hungry boy tightened his grip on the bread, fear creeping back into his eyes.
The second boy stepped in front of him.
“I don’t care who he is.”
Silence.
The heat seemed to rise even higher.
The man took a step forward.
“You should. Because his father—”
He stopped.
The hungry boy looked up, confused.
“My father?” he whispered.
The man’s face twisted, like he regretted speaking.
And then—sirens.
Distant at first… then getting closer.
The second boy grabbed the hungry boy’s hand.
“Run,” he said.
“Why?” the boy asked, shaking.
But before he could answer—
Bright flashing lights turned the end of the street into chaos.
And in that moment, the truth was about to catch up with all of them.
