The sun was high, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement as we pulled up to the warehouse. The place looked like it hadn’t mattered to anyone in years—but today, it did. Today, it was going to be the first breath of safety for girls who hadn’t had one in a long time.
Kat hopped out of the truck before I even cut the engine. No hesitation. She grabbed a box from the back and headed straight for the entrance. I watched her go, the sunlight catching in her hair, her shoulders squared like she was carrying more than just supplies. She was carrying purpose.
I followed, boots crunching against gravel, nodding to Salvatore and Matteo as they unloaded gear. Mama Red was already inside, clipboard in hand, barking orders like she was born to command chaos. Mama was setting up the intake
