The girl — Lizie — had not looked up. Her eyes stayed on the linoleum. Her sneakers were scuffed along the toes. And when she turned slightly, I could see the outline of her ribs through the thin fabric of her shirt beneath the open hoodie.
She looked like someone who wanted very badly to be small enough not to cause trouble.
“Hi there,” I said, trying to make my voice warmer than my thoughts were in that moment. “Grab a plate, sweetheart.”
