Then she turned around.
Their eyes met.
She looked up, shielding her eyes from the sun.
He looked down, his breath caught in his throat.
Her face—old, wrinkled, weathered by time and hardship.
Yet something in her eyes, tired as they were, reached into him.
He stepped closer.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly.
Sarah was startled. For a moment, she feared he had come to chase her away.
She tried to explain.
“I… I was hungry, that’s all. I didn’t want to beg. I… I’m not mad.”
Her voice was dry, weak, honest.
Agu knelt in front of her.
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
“The billionaire is kneeling!”
“What is happening?”
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