« Here, » I said. « Take this. Your baby needs it more than I do. »
Her eyes filled so fast it startled me.
« Sir, I can’t, » she gasped. « I can’t take your coat. »
« You can, » I said. « I’ve got another one at home. Come on. Let’s get you both warm. »
She hesitated, looking around the lot like someone might jump out and tell her no.
No one did.
« I’ll get you something hot. »
She nodded once, small. « Okay, » she whispered.
We went back through the automatic doors, into bright light and cheap heat. I pointed her toward the café and steered my cart beside her.
« Sit down, » I said. « I’ll get you something hot. »
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