A Jewish woman heard an undocumented immigrant and her two daughters were on the run from ICE. Driven by thoughts of the Holocaust, she risked her own comfort to offer them shelter.
The apartment’s beige walls are bare except for a cross in the dining room and one near the bedroom. No pictures of the inhabitants are anywhere. The simple furniture is sparse and relatively new.
The mother and her two daughters who live here could disappear in minutes if needed.
They’re on the run from Immigration and Customs Enforcement.