When Nancy’s landlord told her she and her three daughters had to vacate their home for a week, she thought things couldn’t get worse. But a chance meeting with the landlord’s brother revealed a shocking betrayal.

Their house wasn’t much—creaky floors and peeling paint—but it was home. Nancy worked hard as a waitress, barely making rent. So when Mr. Peterson demanded they leave so his brother could stay, she was stunned.

“I need you out by Friday,” he said coldly. “Or you might not come back at all.”

With no savings and nowhere to go, Nancy packed up her daughters and moved into a cramped, noisy hostel. Sophie cried every night, missing her stuffed bunny, Mr. Floppy, which had been left behind.

Desperate, Nancy returned to the house to retrieve it. The door opened, and a man with kind eyes greeted her. It was Jack, the landlord’s brother.

“You live here?” he asked, shocked. “My brother told me this place was empty.”

Nancy explained everything—the call, the threats, the hostel. Jack’s face darkened. “This isn’t right.”

He called his brother and demanded he fix it immediately. That night, Jack helped Nancy and her daughters move back home, covering their rent for six months. Over time, Jack became more than just a helping hand—he became family. He fixed the house, played board games with the girls, and even stayed for dinner.

One evening, he surprised Nancy with a question. “Will you marry me?”

A month later, they moved into a new home together. For the first time in a long time, Nancy and her daughters felt safe—and truly at home.