And on that rainy Tuesday a volunteer brought in a young woman and a toddler — she’d fled that morning with a trash bag of clothes and nowhere to sleep.

Espe sat her down in her office, poured her something warm, called a shelter.

Then she packed a sturdy rolling suitcase: diapers, clothes, food, towels, a folder of legal resources.

It looked almost exactly like the one she’d carried a year before.

As she pushed it toward the front door, Corwin caught her eye from behind the counter.

“Mrs.