I cradled Matthew to my chest, searching desperately for shelter. We had been evicted from our space over a week ago and no one would employ me. I was far too pregnant to be able to hide my condition from anyone. My money was running thin, most of it going to feed my son. I hadn't had a proper meal in weeks. My movements, as lethargic as they were, moved us along the bustling streets of London. My body ached for a bed, for anything more than water. I feared that my baby would not survive much longer.
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