Naomi's POV

The community room buzzed with purpose-paper signs flapping as fans whirred, the clink of coffee mugs, and the occasional burst of laughter from women packing kits and sorting supplies.

I moved among them with a quiet ease, clipboard in hand, offering direction when needed and silent company when words weren't enough.

About three weeks ago, I was too afraid to step inside this place, too shy to even be seen. Now, it felt like one of the few rooms or places where I didn't have ...