But something about the way he clutched his head, his face contorted in pain, tugged at her conscience. She knew the city wasn’t kind to people like him. Against her usual instincts, she decided to stop. Leah rolled down her window and asked if he needed help.
The man, eyes filled with a mix of desperation and relief, nodded and asked for a ride to the hospital. Leah hesitated for a moment, considering the potential dangers, but ultimately gestured for him to get in, telling herself it was just a quick drive.