Just a question.
Moments later, he paid—far more than necessary—then crouched down and handed the cans back to Lily.
“Go home,” he said quietly.
She stared at him, wide-eyed, unsure if this was real.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Then she ran.
Everyone assumed that was the end.
It wasn’t.
Ten minutes later, under the pounding rain, Daniel followed her.
Not closely.
Just enough to make sure she was safe.
Lily moved fast through streets that grew darker, narrower, and more forgotten with every turn. The glow of the wealthy district disappeared behind her, replaced by flickering streetlights and cracked pavement.
She nearly slipped twice.
But she never stopped.
Finally, she turned into a narrow alley and disappeared inside a crumbling house.
Daniel hesitated for only a second.
Then he followed.
The smell hit first.
Dampness. Sickness. Neglect.
Inside, the space was barely lit.
Two babies were crying—weak, exhausted cries.
On a torn couch, twin infants lay wrapped in thin cloth, kicking feebly.
And on a narrow bed nearby—
A woman lay completely still.
Lily rushed to her.
“Mom,” she whispered urgently. “I got it. I brought milk. Please wake up…”
No response.
Daniel stepped forward, the floor creaking beneath him.
Lily spun around in fear, clutching the formula protectively.
“Please don’t take it,” she said immediately. “I told the truth. I wasn’t lying.”
“I’m not here to take anything,” Daniel said, raising his hands slightly. “What’s your name?”
“…Lily.”
“How long has your mom been like this?”
“Two days… maybe more,” she said, her voice breaking. “She tried to get up, then she just… stopped.”
Daniel looked at the woman again.
Fever. Shallow breathing. Dangerous stillness.
Then at the babies.
Too quiet.
Too weak.
Something inside him shifted.
“What are their names?” he asked.
“Evan… and Eli,” Lily said softly. “Evan cries louder. Eli gets quiet… I don’t like when he’s quiet.”
Daniel didn’t waste another second.
He pulled out his phone and called emergency services.
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