As Natalie continued sharing her story, Peter glanced at her children, their small forms sleeping peacefully. November’s chill hung in the air, and the thought of putting them back on the streets made his stomach twist. “They’re just kids,” he reminded himself, guilt creeping in.
By the time Peter left for work, he had abandoned the idea of asking them to leave. “Just one more day,” he told himself. Yet, as he sat at his desk, the queasiness lingered. Distracted by the decision, he couldn’t help but question if he’d made the right call.