Outside, he passed a bakery bin and spotted a half-eaten croissant on top of the trash pile. No mold. Still warm inside. He broke it in half and ate slowly, making it last. Lucky stared, wagged his tail once. Joshua handed over the other half without hesitation.
A block away, outside a small church, he noticed a donation box marked “PLEASE DONATE USED CLEAN CLOTHES” He peered in. Beneath an oversized coat was a folded pair of brown pants and a plain button-down shirt—clean, decent, nothing flashy. He grabbed them like they were gold.