Joshua crouched behind the café, sifting through trash bags with numb fingers. The smell hit hard—old meat, spoiled sauce—but he didn’t flinch. He knew what to look for. Lucky sat close, tail wagging, watching every move like a hawk. His hope made Joshua move faster.
Joshua never thought he’d end up here. He used to have a family, a home, and a job he loved. Then a car accident—a life-changing one—took everything. He lost his wife, his sense of security, and eventually, his ability to keep a roof over his head. The world had kept moving on while he stood still, paralyzed by grief. Now, years later, it was just him and Lucky, scraping by.