Chapter 4 - The Cold Air Cuts Through The Shivering Old Woman
Outside the diner, Mrs. Clara Higgins pulled her frayed brown coat tighter around her painfully thin frame.
The icy December draft cut straight through her woolen layers, making her old bones ache with a deep, numbing cold.
She stared down at the empty paper cup resting between her trembling, calloused hands on the wooden bench.
A lifetime of memories flickered through her tired mind, reminding her of a warm home and a family long since vanished.
Passersby hurried past without a single glance, treating her like part of the concrete architecture fading into the twilight.
Clara closed her eyes, fighting back the hot tears that threatened to freeze instantly upon her weathered cheeks.
She was entirely alone in the world, forgotten by the city she had spent decades working to build up.
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Then, the soft crunch of tiny boots stepping through the slush sounded right beside her wooden bench.
She opened her eyes slowly, blinking against the glare of the diner's neon lights to see who was standing there.
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