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

What about my things? Mindy asked after a short pause. And Alex’s? Can we take them? Of course, her father-in-law agreed immediately. I’ll gather everything now.

He left the room, and Dolores remained seated, her head lowered. Suddenly she looked up at Mindy. Forgive me, she whispered.

What I did was unforgivable. I wasn’t myself from the grief, but that’s no excuse. I put you and your child at risk.

John would never have forgiven me. Mindy said nothing, only nodded. Forgiveness wouldn’t come right away.

The pain was still fresh. But the first step had been taken. As they were leaving, loaded with bags, Dolores suddenly grabbed Mindy’s hand.

Tell me, do you have a photo of him? The last one with the baby? We last saw him before Alex was born. Mindy pulled out her phone. Andrew had insisted on buying her a new one, and she showed several photos of John holding his newborn son.

I’ll send you these, she promised, and I’ll keep sending more as Alex grows. Stepping out of the building, Mindy took a deep breath. She felt an odd lightness, as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

You did great, Andrew praised, loading the bags into the trunk. If I were in your place, I don’t think I could have spoken so calmly to someone who threw me and my baby out into the rain. I’m not doing it for her, Mindy explained.

It’s for Alex, and for John. He would have wanted his son to know his grandparents. A week after that meeting, Mindy decided to move into her new apartment.

Rachel helped with the final arrangements. Clark organized the transportation, and Andrew took a day off to help with the setup. Crossing the threshold of her new home, Mindy felt a strange flutter of emotion.

Everything here was infused with John’s care. He had chosen the apartment, planned the renovation, bought the furniture. It was as if a part of his soul still lingered within those walls.

Settling into the new place took a few days. Andrew turned out to be unexpectedly handy. He helped assemble the remaining furniture, home shelves, and even personally checked the wiring and plumbing.

I never would have thought a lawyer could be so handy, Mindy smiled, watching him install a curtain rod. I grew up in the countryside, Andrew shrugged. There, you either learn to do everything yourself or live in a dump.

Gradually, life began to return to a familiar rhythm. Mindy set up a nursery for Alex, bought everything they needed, and established a routine. John’s parents visited regularly, and Dolores, slowly rebuilding trust with her daughter-in-law, occasionally stayed with her grandson when Mindy needed to go out.

Andrew also became a frequent guest. He stopped by to check on Mindy and Alex, brought groceries and toys for the baby, and helped with legal matters. You don’t have to do all this, Mindy said one day, after he once again fixed the broken washing machine.

You’ve already done far more than John asked. I’m not doing this because of John’s request, Andrew replied seriously. I do it because I want to help you…