“That footage was sent directly to the Founder of the organization last night.”
I turned to Renee. She hadn’t moved.
Mrs. Harlow shook her head. “That’s not… You don’t understand. I was just trying to… the neighborhood has standards, and I thought—”
“Thought what?”
She opened her mouth, but no words came.
“You destroyed a wheelchair ramp built for a child.”
Another man stepped forward, older.
“We don’t want a CEO who destroys a child’s freedom to protect her ‘view.’”
The words hung heavy in the air.
Mrs. Harlow began shaking again.
“I didn’t know—” she started, then stopped.
Ethan squeezed my hand tightly.
“Mom… is she in trouble?”
