Chapter 30 - The Mirror of TimeSitting in the small Detroit diner with Leo, Noah saw the same defensive, cautious look he himself had carried as a boy. "I don't need your pity," Leo muttered, staring at his sneakers. Noah smiled gently and pulled out a faded photograph of himself in a flour-dusted apron at seventeen.

"I don't offer pity, Leo," Noah said. "I offer a job. Clean the bakery flour bins three days a week after school. We’ll pay you a fair wage, supply your grandfather’s groceries, and cover your school books. But you have to promise me one thing." Leo looked up, suspicious. "What?" "When you’re older and you see someone hungry, you don't look away."
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