“Now.”

“…so if you move the number here,” the girl was saying, tapping the concrete, “the answer changes. Math is like a puzzle. You just have to see the pattern.”
Emily’s eyes lit up. “Oh! So that’s why I kept getting it wrong.”
Nathan froze.
This wasn’t random kindness.
This was teaching.
Emily suddenly looked up and saw him.
“Daddy!”
She jumped to her feet. The homeless girl stood too, startled, instinctively stepping back as if preparing to run.
The girl lowered her eyes. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to bother—”
“This is Lena,” Emily interrupted quickly. “She helps me with homework. She’s really smart.”
Nathan studied the girl.
“Where did you meet her?” he asked.
“At the library,” Emily said. “She sits there every day and reads. When I couldn’t understand fractions, she explained them better than my tutor.”
Nathan felt a crack in his chest.
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