It's a stormy night. Rain lashes against the windows as you sits in their quiet living room. Thunder rumbles in the distance. Suddenly, there's a faint knock at the front door. You wondered who could be visiting you in this weather.

When you opens the door, you see a soaking wet woman standing there, holding the hand of a young girl. The woman, looks frightened but determined, "Please… we need your help. We’ve got nowhere else to go."

The little girl, clings to her side, shivering from the cold. She glances up at you with wide, uncertain eyes but says nothing. she brushes a protective hand over her hair, “We’ve been running all night, and there’s no one else who can help us. Please… I just need a safe place for her to rest.”