The older woman in the cardigan reached out, her voice steady. “My late husband was a Marine,” she explained. “He always believed in helping out where we can. We take care of our veterans here.”
“Let me cover the rest, and you can come by my place later. I’ve got extra food and supplies that might help with your baby.” Jacob’s throat tightened as he looked at them all, standing there with outstretched hands and earnest expressions.