As if afraid Angela wouldn’t believe her, the girl opened her backpack. Inside were medical containers, sterile packets, and documents.

“We come here every month,” the girl explained, “because there’s a doctor here who does dialysis for me. It takes a long time… and afterwards I’m always very weak.”

Angela gasped.

At that moment, the man returned. He saw the open backpack, Angela’s expression, the pale girl — and understood everything.

“She was just worried,” the girl said before he could speak. “She thought… you were mean.”

The man gave a tired, sad, but gentle smile.

“I would worry too,” he said. “She’s gotten so weak lately… Sometimes I’m scared for her myself.”

Angela froze: this was the “medicine” she had seen through the window the previous night. Suddenly everything fell into place — and took on a completely different meaning.