Before she could ask more questions, another message came through.
“If you ever need anything else—formula, food, anything—let me know. I have some resources I can offer.”
Leah sat, staring at the words on her phone. She didn’t want to feel like she was being taken advantage of, but she was so overwhelmed with gratitude that she didn’t know how to respond. Who was this person? Why were they doing this?
After a long pause, she answered,
“Why are you helping me? You don’t even know me.”
Max’s reply came quickly. “Because I’ve seen what it’s like to feel like you’re drowning. It’s easy to think no one cares, but I promise you, Leah, people do. I have the means to help.” I just want to make sure you and your son have a better chance at a future. No one should go through what you’re going through alone.
Leah’s hands shook as she read the message. It was too much to take in. She felt a spark of hope inside her, something she hadn’t felt in years. Could it be that Max really was the answer to all her prayers?
