It was a cold, rain-slicked night when Lena found herself huddled at a deserted bus stop, holding her newborn twin daughters close. The wind whipped through her soaked clothes as she whispered a desperate prayer.
“God, please… give us shelter tonight,” she murmured, tears falling onto her babies’ cheeks.
Lena had nowhere to go. Her parents were long gone, and she had no one to turn to. Just a week earlier, she’d had a home, a husband, and hope. But now? She had nothing.
A rustling behind her jolted her to attention. Her heart pounded as she pulled her babies closer, preparing to defend them against whatever was coming.
