Minutes later, Ethan stepped onto his balcony.
He didn’t come down.
He shouted from above, “I already donated this month! Go find a church!”
Then he disappeared inside.
No hesitation.
No curiosity.
No compassion.
Diane turned her face away so Frank wouldn’t see the tears.
Door Three: Samantha
Outside Dallas, Samantha’s neighborhood had gates, cameras, and security.
“You can’t enter without the resident’s permission,” the guard said.
Frank pleaded. “It’s urgent… it’s life or death…”
The guard called Samantha. Her face appeared on a small screen.
She looked at them.
Her expression tightened with discomfort.
“I don’t know them. Do not let them in.”
The screen went black.
The gate stayed shut.
Door Four: Grant
Grant was in downtown Houston in a sleek apartment.
When he opened the door, he wore an expensive dress shirt and a luxury watch.
“What do you want?” he asked, impatient.
“We have nothing,” Frank said. “Please… just a little food…”
Grant made a face. “This building doesn’t allow this kind of solicitation. I’m calling the front desk.”
He shut the door.
Locked it.
Diane’s body trembled.
Four doors.
Four rejections.
Four children who had received everything.