“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” she whispered. “He took everything. There’s barely anything left. I have bills, doctor appointments, and the baby isn’t even here yet.”
Fear lingered beneath every word.
She wasn’t just sad—she was terrified.
I didn’t think. I didn’t calculate. I simply opened my purse and pulled out the emergency cash I kept tucked away for situations I hoped would never come.
I counted out nine hundred dollars and placed it in her hand, gently folding her fingers around it before she could object.
“Take this,” I said firmly but kindly. “It’s not a loan. You don’t owe me anything. Just use it to get through the next few weeks.”
Her eyes widened.
“I can’t,” she said. “That’s too much. I wouldn’t even know how to pay you back.”
“You don’t need to,” I replied. “Just focus on yourself and your baby. That’s what matters.”
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