I blinked, confused.
“What… what is this?”
He looked at the ground and swallowed hard.
“Ms. Lily. She’s the librarian at school. She’s been out for weeks. I overheard the principal say she couldn’t afford her chemo anymore.”
My heart caught in my throat.
“So you’ve been giving her money?” I whispered.
He nodded slowly.
“She helped me a lot last year… after Dad died. She let me hang out in the library during lunch when I didn’t want to talk to anyone. She said I could read my way through anything. I just… wanted to help her like she helped me.”
I covered my mouth, tears welling up.
“But where did you get that kind of money?”
His eyes met mine, guilt flickering behind his bravery.
