sit across from me and watch the expression on my face.
I kept reading.
“If I gave you a problem you could solve, I knew you would solve it.”
That sentence hurt the most.
Because it was true.
For two years, I had constantly offered Larry things.
Coffee.
Food.
Warm socks.
Shelter phone numbers.
Once, during a brutal cold spell, I spent half my lunch break calling shelters until I found an available bed.
Larry always thanked me.
But it had never occurred to me that during those two years,
