For a stretch of months, life was held together by bus transfers, borrowed couches, and one duffel bag with a broken zipper.
He was not enrolled at Lincoln.
They had no stable address, no final paperwork, and no way to keep up with the requirements schools asked from people whose lives were already slipping.
Some afternoons Colleen left him near the schoolyard because it was safer than leaving him alone at the shelter during intake hours, and because she believed children were less lonely near the noise of other children.
Isaiah stood at the fence and watched a world that seemed organized, predictable, and fed.
Hehad learned not to stare at food, but hunger turns the eyes before pride can stop it.
Victoria Hayes saw him on a windy Tuesday in October.
She was nine, Black, and small for her age, with neat braids tied back by a red ribbon that had once been bright enough to stand out from half a playground.
