“Yes,” he said simply.
Renee finally stepped forward, crossing the street.
When Mrs. Harlow saw her, she frowned. “You… You sent that video.”
Renee didn’t deny it.
“You destroyed something my son needed,” she said calmly. “I showed it to someone who could actually do something about it.”
The man gave Renee a slight nod, then continued.
“The Foundation is officially moving forward with purchasing the lot behind your property. We will develop a Permanent Community Inclusion Park. It will include adaptive playground equipment, accessible paths, and a permanent ramp system.”
Mrs. Harlow shook her head.
“For Caleb,” Ethan whispered.
I nodded.
Mrs. Harlow looked like she might collapse.
I realized then that she would now have to see and hear children playing behind her house every day.
But the man wasn’t finished.
“Is Ethan here? The boy who built the ramp for Caleb?” he called out.
