Chapter 27

The owner sighed sympathetically and pushed the bowl closer. "Eat up before it gets cold."

Latisha wiped her tears and forced a smile. She picked up her fork and began to eat, shoveling the stew into her mouth as if she hadn't eaten in days.

As she ate, her tears continued to fall, splashing into the bowl and mixing with the stew she swallowed.

The diner was run by a middle-aged couple in their forties. They had lost their only child in a car accident years ago. Since then, they had kept the diner open, often helping those who couldn't afford a meal, hoping to do good deeds in their child's

name.

Latisha sat in their diner all afternoon, not leaving even as dusk fell.

The owner's wife grew concerned. "That poor girl," she whispered to her husband. "Do you think she has nowhere to go?"