The late afternoon sun beat down on a quiet street in Dallas, Texas. Heat shimmered on the asphalt as cars rushed past, their drivers sealed in cool air-conditioned cabins, detached from the world outside.
On the sidewalk, a young woman stumbled forward, clutching a torn canvas tote bag to her chest as though it were her last anchor. Her name was Maya Thompson, thirty-two years old, homeless, and fighting with every ounce of strength to keep going—for the sake of her two-year-old twins, Eli and Grace, who clung to her hands.
