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 bad people always caught?”
Arthur considered the question carefully.
Then he smiled.
