“Sometimes when I’m by myself I have that breakdown, but not in front of Jeremiah,” Mr. Blake said.

Ms. Blake says she sometimes avoids text messages and phone calls for days at a time. She finds solace in the images on the camera memory cards she salvaged from her aunt’s apartment. In one video, she discovered Kylie, the 2-year-old, dancing to Jamaican music in a living room. Mr. Holt-Francis had urged her on playfully as he filmed the toddler while his wife was at work.

“I had never seen that side of him,” said Ms. Blake, watching the video on her phone and holding back tears.

On a recent Sunday, the Blakes rested in their temporary apartment.

Mr. Blake and Jeremiah shared a couch with Ms. Blake’s brother, Michael, and watched television. The Boston Celtics were playing the Cleveland Cavaliers. The father and son exchanged their usual banter, jokingly calling each other “punks.” Ms. Blake looked up a slime recipe for Jeremiah’s science project.

It had been several weeks since they last received apartment leads from the city’s housing department, and Ms. Blake had become resigned to giving up on the search until after the baby was born. Out of desperation, Mr. Blake contacted the city to ask about being placed in a shelter. The housing agency told them there was an availability, but Ms. Blake isn’t enthused by the idea.

“I don’t want to be in a shelter, be bringing my kid back from school to a shelter,” Ms. Blake said. “We’re not really homeless, but it definitely puts it into perspective.”

She said she craved a degree of normalcy.

“It feels like your life is on pause,” she said. “It feels like you can’t do anything until you have a roof over your head. You don’t feel grounded.”

On the street outside the apartment, inside the trunk of their car, the white roses from the funeral were still waiting to be pressed.