Some look at the little cabins and cry.
Some look suspicious.
Some ask.
“What’s the catch?”
I always give them the same answer.
“There isn’t one.”
Then I hand them a key.
Not forever.
Just for now.
A place to sleep.
A place to breathe.
A place to make the next decision.
Because sometimes a person does not need someone to rebuild her entire life.
Sometimes she just needs one place where she is allowed to begin.
Mine happened to be a cave in the hills.
And everything good came after that.
