He had the saddest face in the world, and the darkest hair, the clearest expression. He was desperate. He was lost. He needed something right away. I could have helped him. I really wanted to, but the situation wasn’t good. There were red flags and alarms going off everywhere in my head. I knew I shouldn’t have. It didn’t feel okay. I was about to, then I double-checked. I couldn’t – the situation. I told him I couldn’t. I broke with him. And he slowly walked away. Eyes searching for another place where he could get help. A sad little puppy is what he made me think of, and he wrenched my heart with his eyes.