Chapter 240

His tear fell with a soft plop, landing squarely on the back of Wren's hand.

She froze, a pang of sorrow twisting in her chest. In that instant, she thought-this man must have been starved of warmth for so long that even the smallest flicker of kindness from a stranger had bloomed into something vast and overwhelming inside him, enough to draw tears.

Wren took a deep breath, snatched the moldy bun