Evelyn’s mind raced as she tried to process what had just happened. For years, she had resigned herself to a life of limitations, and yet here was a boy—a stranger, really—igniting a flicker of hope in her heart that she thought had long been extinguished.
“What’s your name?” Evelyn asked, her voice softer now, mingling curiosity with a touch of caution.
“Marcus,” he replied, standing up and brushing the crumbs from his pants.
