Chapter 5

Every dollar might be a bowl of soup that could save Benjamin's life.

I had no idea how long I'd been searching, but I finally found every last coin.

Clutching those freezing coins, I trudged over to the street vendor on the corner and bought a hard, stale bread.

I pressed it to my chest, hoping my body's last bit of warmth could soften it up.

Then, limping, I hobbled back toward the ruined church.

The snow kept falling, heavier and heavier.

By the time I made it back, my eyebrows and hair were coated with white frost.

Benjamin was…