Marcus found the boy two days later—sleeping in a storm drain, arms wrapped around a tattered backpack. When Jonathan arrived, the boy jolted awake, eyes flashing. Ready to run.

“Wait,” Jonathan said, holding up a hand. “I’m not here to hurt you.”

The boy didn’t trust easily. But hunger softened fear. Slowly, cautiously, he accepted the food Jonathan brought. Then came the questions. Who he was. Why Daniel’s grave.

The answer broke something in Jonathan.

“My mom said… Daniel was kind. He gave me his sandwich once. When I was hungry. That’s all.”

Jonathan’s throat tightened.

The boy’s name was Leo. He’d been living on and off the streets since his mother died. No one came for him. No one stayed.

Until now.

Jonathan didn’t know what he was doing—he only knew Daniel would’ve wanted him to. Weeks passed. Then months. Leo began sleeping in a warm bed. He started school. He laughed.

And Jonathan?

He found something he never expected to feel again.

Purpose.

Because sometimes, life doesn’t just take.

Sometimes… it sends someone back.

Not to replace what was lost—

But to remind you how to love again.