C27 A Helping Hand

An older woman progressed, her eyes softening as she took in my raveled look. “Come nearer, baby,” she stated gently. “You’re secure right here.”

The others murmured among themselves as she led me to the fireplace, helping me to sit down and presenting me a blanket. The warmth was a blessed relief, and I felt tears of gratitude welling up in my eyes.

“Thank you,” I whispered