Riley's POV

"Mommy, I'm scared."

Lily's small hand gripped mine as we stood in front of the New Haven Women's Shelter. The building was better than I had expected: clean brick facade, well-maintained entrance, security cameras that suggested safety rather than surveillance.

But it was still a shelter. Still an admission of complete failure.

"It's going to be okay, baby," I whispered, though my voice shook as I squeezed her hand. "We're just going to stay here for a little while."

"Until we get ...