Someone slowed. A girl. Teenager, schoolbag slung low. She looked at him, then dug into her bag. No hesitation, no words. Just a sandwich in a zip bag. She handed it over. Joshua stared at it. “Thanks,” he said quietly. She walked off without waiting.
He looked at the sandwich—thick bread, real ham, clean wrapping. His stomach twisted. It would’ve been his best meal in days. Maybe weeks. He peeled it open and paused when Lucky sniffed the air and licked his lips. Joshua didn’t think long.