TAKE WHAT YOU NEED. LEAVE WHAT YOU CAN.
Inside were canned vegetables, rice, pasta, and a few loaves of bread.
Adam felt a lump rise in his throat.
He had thought Judge Bennett’s kindness had changed only his own family.
Now he realized its influence had reached further.
He purchased several bags of groceries and placed them in the cabinet.
Then he asked about Judge Bennett.
The woman’s smile faded slightly.
“He retired a few years ago. I believe he still lives nearby.”
Adam found the address through an old professional contact.
Two days later, he stood outside a modest house with a flower garden and a wooden porch.
He knocked.
An elderly man answered.
His hair was almost completely white.
His shoulders had stooped with age.
But Adam recognized his eyes immediately.
“Judge Bennett?”
“Yes?”
“My name is Adam Miller.”
The old man studied him.
Then a slow smile appeared.
