That Saturday morning was nothing out of the ordinary. The air was crisp, and the smell of fresh buttered pastries wafted from the corner bakery, drifting like a gentle invitation. People bustled past with coffees in hand, minds already leaning into the weekend ahead.
Greg Gutfeld stepped out of his car, phone in hand, eyes still scanning the morning headlines. As a well-known Fox News host, he was used to debates, studio lights, and sharp commentary. But today, he was just here for a few pastries before an early meeting. Everything felt… routine.
Slumped beside the dumpster sat an elderly homeless man. His beard was white, his coat torn at the shoulder, and his eyes sunken—but not without light. He stared through the bakery’s window—not with hunger, but with something more aching. Like a man who remembered exactly what that warmth once tasted like.
