“This is too much…” I stammered.

“No,” he said firmly. “You’re raising a child who sees people. That’s rarer than gold. The world needs more children like Lily—and more mothers who teach them how to care.”

Lily beamed at him.

Then he handed her the small paper bag.

“For you.”

She peeked inside, gasping. “Lemonade!”

He smiled. “I owed you one.”

She giggled and hugged him, making him stumble before he hugged her back.

“How did you find us?” I asked.