It’s a balmy, February afternoon in Spartanburg. The sun is out.
Nichole Bennett, 29, bounces a roly-poly baby on her knee in an empty park downtown on Main Street. He coos a little, cries a little. She offers him a bottle. Swings oscillate back and forth in the wind. Her 2-year-old son quietly explores the playground, granola bar in hand – he’s in his own little world, Bennett said.
It’s a rare moment of freedom. Bennett barely leaves the house anymore. She can’t…