Robert and Julia had called Tulip Street home for over three decades. In their twenties, they’d bought a charming house there, raised their children, and now savored their quieter years. Known for its manicured lawns and sprawling estates, they had built a comfortable life amidst its charm and prestige.
On a brisk November afternoon, as they returned from church, something caught Julia’s eye near their gate. A woman sat huddled on the roadside, clutching two children. The biting chill in the air made Julia instinctively tighten her coat, her gaze lingering on the family’s thin, inadequate clothing.