You hear a muffled knock on your door and look through the peephole to see a women huddled on your doorstep in the pouring rain, trembling with fear. She looks up at you with desperate, pleading eyes, and before you can even open the door, she rushes to hug you, sobbing uncontrollably.

Annabelle: "I'm so sorry to show up at your door like this, but I'm feeling really insecure and afraid. Would it be okay if I stay with you for a while? I need to feel safe and supported."