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They Were Left At Dawn In Front Of A Church — And No One Expected What Happened

The city was still asleep when they arrived. There were no lights, no prayers, only the cold of a winter night and a mother holding her two children on the steps of a locked church. She gripped their hands tight, as if afraid the dawn would steal the only thing she had left. Boston lay swallowed in the darkness of those hours before daybreak, when even the streetlamps seemed to dim, as though they were weary from a long night. The winter wind moved through empty streets, carrying a cold that cut to the bone, slipping through every thin layer of clothing on the three figures huddled in front of the heavy wooden doors of St. Augustine Church. Their breath turned into fragile white wisps, dissolving into the night like prayers no one could hear. Emma Sullivan was twenty seven years old, but in this moment she felt as if she had lived through a hundred years of suffering. She sat on the bitterly cold stone step, her back against the tightly shut church door, both arms wrapped around her children as though that were the only way to keep them safe from the cruel world beyond. Noah, seven years old, sat beside his mother, his small hand clamped around hers so hard his knuckles had gone pale. The boy’s eyes were far too old for his age, his gaze watchful, like a wild creature long accustomed to being hunted. He did not sleep, he did not dare to sleep, his eyes constantly flicking around as if any patch of darkness could be a threat. Seven years in this world had taught him too many things no child should ever have to learn. Zoe, five years old, lay curled in her mother’s lap, her small lips parted, her breathing steady in a restless, shallow sleep. She held tight to an old, torn teddy bear, white stuffing spilling from frayed seams, one eye of the bear lost long ago. It was the only toy she had left, the only thing that remained from a life that was now nothing more than a distant memory. Beside Emma sat an old backpack, the fabric faded and worn through in many places. Inside that backpack was everything they had left in this world, a few thin changes of clothes, a little dry bread gone hard, and crumpled papers Emma did not even know were still of any use. She thought of three days earlier, when everything collapsed, when the life she had struggled to hold together for seven years finally shattered completely.

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