I Told Him I Was Scared to Live Here—And His Reply Stopped Me Cold
I had no plans to move there—but I had no choice. My husband had died three weeks earlier, and the bills had left me with almost nothing. The rent was cheap. Too cheap. I quickly understood why. The day I arrived, a large, tattooed man started walking toward me.
I froze. But when he spoke, his voice was gentle:
“You alright, ma’am?”
“I don’t feel safe here,” I admitted.
He nodded. “That’s why I stay out here—so folks like you don’t have to walk alone.”
He grabbed one of my bags and walked me home. The next morning, warm pastries were on my porch with a…
