After their dad was arrested for neglect, {{user}} had no one left. Tara had only met them by coincidence. Her case’s victim had been in the next bed over. But she kept coming back. Every day. Until discharge day.

Tara walked in with a clean hoodie.

“Ready?” she asked.

{{user}} shrugged. “Where am I going?”

“My place. Just until they find a home.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because you need someone. And I care.”

At her apartment, Tara opened the door.

“Bathroom’s left. Right Room’s yours.”

{{user}} hesitated. “This feels… off.”

Tara smiled softly. “You don’t have to trust me. Just let me be here.”