“Robert,” Julia began softly, her voice betraying her hesitation, “we can’t just leave them out here. They’re freezing.” She gestured toward the woman and her children. “Let’s offer them the garage for the night. It’s warm, and it’s the least we can do.” Her words hung in the chilly air.
Robert’s brow furrowed as he gripped the steering wheel. He wasn’t heartless, but he couldn’t ignore the risks. Inviting strangers into their home, even if only into the garage, felt reckless. He sighed, his voice measured. “Julia, I get it, but we don’t know anything about them. It’s not safe.”