Times had never been harder for her.
Her boyfriend had taken off, leaving her to scrape up enough money to pay the rent. She had been looking for work for more than a year. No job and no benefits. Her savings were all but gone. There was only one way left open to her. She didn’t want to do it. She hated the idea almost as much as the griping in her stomach. She asked herself, how important was it that she maintain her dignity. It had been pride that stopped her taking the next inevitable step. But now, she was standing looking at the building on the other side of the street. When all was said and done, she knew she was about to do what was necessary.
Inside the food bank, the young man, a volunteer, smiled as he handed her a box of food …