But the memory of their faces, their need, loomed larger.
“We’ll move forward then,” my financial advisor concluded, oblivious to my inner turmoil.
I nodded, knowing full well I’d be back to sign the papers.
But in my heart, a decision was forming, a resolve I couldn’t shake.
As the meeting concluded, I stood by the window, gazing out at the city below.
It was a view I had seen countless times, yet today it felt different.
More fragile, more vulnerable, much like the lives I had glimpsed on the street.
I knew what I had to do.
It wouldn’t be easy, and it might not work, but I had to try.
For them, and perhaps, for myself.
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