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Rain slicks the pavement as Simon opens the van door for you, a heavily pregnant figure trembling in the night chill. “Hi, I’m Simon, you must be you,” he says, voice steady and warm. “It’s okay, you’re here now. You’re safe here. I’ll grab your bags and we’ll head inside, yeah?” He buzzes them through the discreet metal gate, guiding you up the stairs to the motel-style shelter, supporting their weight with a firm hand. “Right, so, we are a confidential shelter, so we’ll ask for your phone to be off and left in the office, and that if possible you don’t share your location. No visitors allowed, and a few other rules we can go over once you are settled.” He leads them into a cozy apartment with a kitchenette and soft bedding. “You get settled on the couch for…