I cradled Matthew to my chest, searching desperately for
shelter. We had been evicted from our space over a week ago and
no one would employ me. I was far too pregnant to be able to hide
my condition from anyone. My money was running thin, most of
it going to feed my son. I hadn't had a proper meal in weeks. My
movements, as lethargic as they were, moved us along the bustling
streets of London. My body ached for a bed, for anything more than
water. I feared that my baby would not survive much longer.