Years ago, she had worked for the foundation as executive assistant to the founder. A few weeks earlier, an internal email about Mrs. Harlow’s candidacy had accidentally been forwarded to her old address instead of the current assistant’s. Renee still had the founder’s private contact information.
When she saw what Mrs. Harlow did to the ramp, she sent the video straight to someone who would understand exactly what it revealed.
And that was that.
Caleb was still on the porch by the end of it all.
But this time, he wasn’t just watching the world move without him.
He was smiling.
And for the first time since the ramp had been destroyed, I knew something better was already on the way.
