The afternoon air was heavy with a biting chill, yet Peter’s gaze lingered on the woman huddled by his gate. She clutched her two children tightly, shielding them from the cold. Something about the fragility of their moment struck him deeply, a pang of conscience sparking a decision he couldn’t ignore.
“Excuse me,” Peter called out, his voice steady despite his racing thoughts. The woman flinched slightly, her face lined with exhaustion. “Would you like to stay in my garage for the night? It’s warm and safe.” For a moment, her wary eyes searched his face, then softened. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.