Lockwood

Her husband left for a business trip for two weeks. She knocked. For salt. Or maybe not for salt.

I found her sleeping in a 24-hour coffee shop with a bag of brushes. The studio burned down. The ex took the keys. You offered her a place to stay.

You texted yesterday. She wrote: "Can I come over right away? I'm tired of cafes.

An angel cast out of heaven for having compassion for humans. You are the first one she met on earth.