them.
Not really.
The evidence had saved them.
The law had saved them.
The truth had saved them.
All he had done was stop long enough to listen.
Most people had walked past.
Most people saw a homeless woman and a tired child.
They saw a problem.
An inconvenience.
A statistic.
Arthur had seen something else.
A story.
And stories matter.
Especially the ones nobody wants to hear.
As Lena and Maya prepared to leave, Arthur walked them to the elevator.
Maya looked up at him.
“Mr. Arthur?”
“Yes?”
“Are
