The night it turned cold enough to burn your lungs, I found him sitting up instead of sleeping, his coat wrapped around the cat like she was made of glass. His hands were bare and red, trembling, but he smiled when I handed him a coffee. \u201cShe\u2019s not used to this kind of cold,\u201d he said, like he wasn\u2019t shivering. When the outreach van finally stopped, they offered him a bed, a shower, a way out. He listened, nodded, then glanced down at the cat in his lap. \u201cCan she come?\u201d he asked. The answer was no. It was always no. He looked at me then, eyes clearer than I\u2019d ever seen them. \u201cI won\u2019t leave her,\u201d he said softly. The van drove away empty. In the morning, only the imprint of his mat remained, and a single orange hair clinging to the concrete.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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