Keyon had been going to a food shelter for the last nine days to get bread and soup. He would eat and then help them clean the kitchen before he would walk back to his apartment.

The evening came, and it was all the same. After returning from the shelter, Keyon let himself into his place and locked the door. He sat on the living room floor and slipped off his dirty suit coat. He’d showered since he’d gotten here but didn’t have any other clothes, so he kept putting on the same ...