Renee stood in her doorway, watching quietly.
There was something different in her expression.
Something steady, as if she knew exactly what was about to happen next.
And that is when I realized the whole thing wasn’t just about a broken ramp anymore.
I stepped a little closer, Ethan now right behind me. “Mom…what’s going on?”
“I don’t know,” I said, but my eyes were on Mrs. Harlow.
The man standing in front of her spoke again, louder this time.
“We need to discuss your application.”
Application?…
Mrs. Harlow blinked rapidly. “I… I’m sorry. I think there’s been a mistake. We had dinner scheduled—”
“There’s no mistake,” the man cut in.
The street filled quickly.
The man reached into his jacket and pulled out a folder.
“We’re here representing the Board of Directors of the ‘Foundation for Global Kindness’.”
I’d even heard of them. They were a large organization with a massive reach and charitable programs countrywide. Whoever led that foundation had power.
