Then another.
Then another.
Until eventually the person you helped is standing at their front door, finally able to say the words they’ve carried for decades:
“Thank you for seeing me when nobody else did.”
And sometimes, that’s enough to change a life all over again.
Charlotte stood frozen in the entryway.
Her eyes swept across the room.
The walls.
The framed photos.
The awards.
The floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.
Then she looked back at me.
“Oh my God…” she whispered. “What is this?”
I smiled.
“It’s the reason I asked you to come back.”
She looked nervous.
