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9 months pregnant, I took a homeless woman home and gave her food & clothes. But I had no idea who she really was. When my husband saw her sitting in our kitchen, his face turned pale, and he kicked us out.

I woke up with a heaviness in my chest. It wasn’t just the pregnancy making me feel this way; it was the thick, suffocating tension that never left our home. Next to me, Carter was already up, moving around the bedroom with sharp, impatient movements.
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