Word spread quickly about what happened to my mother. Soon, Spencer arrived at our doorstep, a mix of concern and determination on her face. She brought baby formula, fresh nappies, and bottles—everything we needed for little Owen.
It was surprising that Elijah hadn’t left a nappy bag behind; we lacked even the basics. However, given his state of mind, we didn’t blame him. Our focus shifted entirely to the needs of the child in our care.As soon as Spencer revealed everything to me, a wave of gratitude washed over me, and I embraced her tightly. She whispered her condolences about my mother, her voice tinged with genuine sympathy.
Spencer settled beside me, occasionally glancing at Owen as she spoke soothingly. I mostly listened, responding with nods and brief remarks. It was clear we ha
