At school, Evelyn paid her fees, holding the receipt like a lifeline. At home, her mother, Clarisse, looked anxious as ever. When Evelyn confessed she had lost the money, Clarisse’s face tightened with worry. “Your stepfather… he will be furious,” she whispered. But then Evelyn told her of Gideon’s kindness. Clarisse blinked, moved by the story of the poor shoemaker who had given his last money. “We must find him,” she said softly.
Meanwhile, tragedy struck Gideon. That very morning, a team of city workers arrived, announcing that the workshop occupied government land and must be demolished immediately. He tried to gather his tools and materials, but they tore the shed apart, scattering his shoes and supplies across the dirt street. Exhausted and heartbroken, Gideon carried his small hammer home, only to find their landlord, a stern woman with little patience, had evicted him and his grandson Miles.