Daniel Carter did not make impulsive decisions.
Everything in his life followed structure.
Data.
Risk.
Outcome.
But that evening, he made a decision without any of those.
“Prepare a room,” he said.
The staff froze.
Not because of the request.
Because of who it was for.
A barefoot boy.
Dirty.
Unknown.
Standing in the middle of a controlled environment that had never allowed randomness.
Leo did not move.
