it to him.
He searched.
Then laughed softly.
“What?”
Dad turned the screen toward me.
Sterling Community Development Partnership.
It sounded connected to Dad’s company.
But it wasn’t.
Not anymore.
Mom had founded it twenty-three years earlier as an independent nonprofit helping women open second-career businesses. After her death, Dad transferred it to a regional charitable trust.
It retained the Sterling name because of its original charter.
Selina had qualified entirely on her own.
Dad looked at her differently.
“You went through the full application?”
“Yes.”
“Business review?”
“Yes.”
“Training
