Harper looked at the falling snow and then at the warm cookies in her hand before finally nodding. “Just for tonight,” she agreed quietly.
The house stood on a peaceful street not far from the bus stop, and when Daniel opened the door a wave of warmth wrapped around Harper instantly. The scent of cinnamon and pine filled the air as Grace ran inside happily and announced, “We are home.”
Harper stepped in slowly, afraid the moment might disappear if she moved too quickly. Daniel handed her thick socks and said, “You can take a shower if you want, there are clean clothes in the guest room.”
“Thank you,” Harper said softly, her voice trembling slightly. That night she slept in a real bed for the first time in weeks, and what was meant to be one night quietly became another and then another.
Daniel never asked her to leave, and Harper gradually began helping around the house by cooking, cleaning, and reading bedtime stories to Grace. The little girl quickly decided Harper belonged there, insisting that she brush her hair each night and refusing to sleep unless Harper tucked her in.