Tamantha glanced out the kitchen window, her heart aching as she watched the rain pour down relentlessly onto the streets. It was a cold, stormy night, and her thoughts couldn’t help but drift to the homeless man she had spotted earlier huddled under a flimsy cardboard box. Weston, her husband, had always been skeptical of helping strangers, especially those down on their luck. But something about this man tugged at Tamantha’s compassionate nature, compelling her to take action.
With resolve in her eyes, Tamantha discreetly grabbed an umbrella and slipped out of the front door, making her way through the dimly lit neighborhood. She knew Weston would disapprove if he found out, so she had to be careful. As she approached the alley where the homeless man sought shelter, her footsteps mi
