« Lucas. »
"You could have left."
Lucas nodded.
"I know what it's like when no one comes."
Something changed in the man's gaze.
He took out a wad of cash. Lucas shook his head.
"I am poor. Not a thief. »
The words remained suspended in the burning air.
After a long silence, Alexander held out his hand to him.
"Come with us. Not out of pity. Because you did what many would not have done. »
Lucas hesitated. Fear and hope battled each other.
