Her words struck something deep inside him, a part of him that had felt lost for so long. He nodded, unable to speak as his gratitude overwhelmed him. “Come by my place later,” the older woman added, slipping a card into his hand.
“I run a food pantry and have supplies for families like yours. We’ll make sure you and your baby are taken care of.” Jacob looked down at the card, his vision blurring with unshed tears. “Thank you,” he said, his voice shaking.