Evan stayed in Bayshore.Every morning at seven, he left a breakfast by the store entrance.I never took it.He gave it to the street-cleaning crew nearby instead and never pressured me.On rainy days, he left an umbrella at the register.I put it in the lost and found.He didn't ask about it.In the past, I had been the one chasing him, terrified of silence.Now he was the silent one.A week later, his stomach problems flared up.When I spotted him outside the stockroom, he was leaning against the wall, sweat beading on his forehead.My body moved before my mind could catch up.I got him stomach medicine from the first-aid kit and a cup of warm water."Take two."He took the medicine, and his eyes brightened slightly."You still remember.""I do the same for any employee who doesn't feel well."His eyes dimmed again."Thank you," he said quietly.After taking the pills, he didn't use the moment as an excuse to linger.He just washed the cup and put it back.At the door, he paused. "Wh
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