After her husband’s death, a 20-year-old woman and her 3-month-old son ended up on the street…

She has no business here, Gregory began. But his wife interrupted him. No buts.

Don’t you understand? Our boy died because of her. Because of her and this. Again, she didn’t finish her sentence.

Gregory silently looked at Mindy. In his eyes, the young woman saw endless exhaustion and pain. She understood, he wouldn’t argue.

Not now, while their shared grief was so fresh. I’ll pack my things, Mindy said quietly and left the kitchen. In the room, awakened by the voices, Alex was crying.

Mindy took him in her arms and held him close. Confused, she looked around, what should she take? Where should she go? She began gathering the baby’s things, diapers, blankets, a bottle. Dolores appeared in the doorway.

You don’t need to take the stroller or the crib, she said coldly. We bought those, not you. But what about Alex? Where will I put him? Mindy asked in distress.

That’s your problem, her mother-in-law snapped. You have half an hour to pack. Then I’m calling the police.

Mindy realized that arguing was pointless. She packed the essentials for the baby into a bag, some of her own clothes, took her wallet with a small amount of money, everything she had. To make matters worse, the rain outside had intensified, turning into a heavy downpour.

Can I at least wait until the rain stops? She asked. No, Dolores replied sharply. Leave.

Now. Mindy took one last look around the room where she and John had been happy, where their son was born. Then, holding the crying Alex close, she put on her jacket, grabbed her bag, and left the apartment without looking back.

The rain was beating down mercilessly. Within seconds, she was soaked through. Alex, frightened by the rain and unfamiliar surroundings, cried louder and louder.

Mindy tried to shelter him with her jacket. It helped little. It’s going to be okay, little one, she whispered, though she didn’t believe her own words.

It’s going to be okay. Mommy will figure something out. She wandered down the street, not knowing where to go.

Her phone was left with her mother-in-law. It was charging in the kitchen, and in the rush, Mindy had forgotten to take it. There was too little money to rent even the cheapest room.

Her parents lived in another city. Getting to them without money was impossible. Friends.

After Alex was born, their connection had somehow been lost. And who would offer shelter with a baby in her arms? Mindy walked down the street, tears running down her cheeks, mixing with the rain. In one week, she had lost everything.

Her beloved husband, her home, her confidence in the future. Only Alex remained, a small, warm bundle in her arms. He was the only reason worth continuing to fight.

She walked, holding her crying child close, soaked to the skin and desperate. The downpour intensified. Passersby, hurrying to shelter from the weather, paid no attention to the young woman with the baby.

Suddenly, a taxi stopped nearby. A middle-aged man with a tired but kind face looked out the window. Miss, where are you going in this rain with a baby? Get in, I’ll give you a ride.

Mindy hesitated. I… I don’t know where to go, she admitted honestly. And I can’t pay.

The driver looked at her carefully, then got out with an umbrella and came closer. My name’s Clark. Let’s at least get in the car, get the baby warm.

Then we’ll figure out what to do. Inside the car, it was warm. Alex gradually calmed down, warmed on his mother’s chest.

Mindy, still shivering from cold and stress, briefly told her story. Wow, Clark shook his head. How could anyone do that, with a baby, and in weather like this, just throw you out on the street? He thought for a moment.

You know what? There’s a hostel nearby, cheap. The owner’s a good woman. Maybe we can arrange something with her.

The hostel turned out to be an old two-story house on the edge of the city. Behind the reception desk sat a plump woman about 50 with kind eyes. Rachel, here’s the situation, Clark began, introducing Mindy…