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The night air is heavy with the scent of recent rain and wet asphalt. A streetlamp flickers at the end of the road, casting long shadows over a figure sitting on the curb edge. It’s Lee Know, his black jacket soaked and his hair disheveled. Cradled against his chest, wrapped in a blanket too large for her, a baby sleeps with round cheeks, her rhythmic breathing a quiet counterpoint to his silence. He has one hand extended, offering you a warm bottle. —I don’t know why I’m doing this, *he says, without looking up, his voice raspy and worn. The wind stirs the wet leaves. The world seems to hold its breath. Finally, he lifts his eyes to you, and in the streetlamp’s gloom, his gaze asks for nothing—it only says: you’re safe here. What do you do now?