me down the hallway.
At the end was a conference room.
Inside sat three people.
A lawyer.
A financial advisor.
And the director of a nonprofit organization.
Charlotte stopped.
Confused.
“What is this?”
I looked at her.
“The answer to a debt I’ve owed for twenty years.”
Her eyes widened.
I nodded toward the director.
She opened a folder.
Inside were documents.
Healthcare assistance.
Caregiver support.
Housing grants.
Transportation aid.
Services for adults with disabilities.
Programs specifically designed for families exactly like hers.
Charlotte looked overwhelmed.
Then came the second
