Chapter 12: The Struggle is Real
Ava's feet ached, her arms cramped from holding Amogelang, and her stomach growled with hunger. She'd been walking for hours, the city streets seeming to stretch on forever. Where could she go? Who could she trust?
As night deepened, Ava spotted a small park and settled onto a bench, wrapping her arms around Amogelang. The baby slept peacefully, oblivious to their struggles.
Ava's eyes welled up with tears. How would she provide for her daughter? Where would they live? The uncertainty was suffocating.
Just as Ava drifted off to sleep, a gentle voice interrupted her rest. "Ma'am, are you okay? You and the baby look like you could use some help."
Ava's instincts warred with her desperation. Could she trust this stranger?
What will Ava do?