“Mom… is she in trouble?”
I looked down at him. “Yeah, she is.”
Mrs. Harlow tried one last time. “Please. I’ve worked for this. You can’t base everything on one misunderstanding—”
“It wasn’t a misunderstanding,” the older man said. “It was a choice. We are rescinding your offer, effective immediately.”
Just like that.
Mrs. Harlow stumbled back a step.
“You can’t—” she said, but her voice broke.
The men turned, ready to leave, but then the first man paused.
“There’s one more thing.”
Mrs. Harlow looked up, her face pale.
The man glanced down the street, right toward Caleb’s house with the broken ramp.
“Your actions didn’t just disqualify you. They made something very clear to us. We need to do more for communities like these.”
The man continued, “We’ve been looking for a site for a new community project.” He gestured toward the empty lot behind her home.
