“The video…” I said.
“I still had the Founder’s private contact. When I saw what happened with Mrs. Harlow… I couldn’t ignore it. Not after what your son did.”
Her eyes shifted toward Ethan.
“Thank you,” I said quietly.
“No, thank you.”
Caleb was still on the porch.
But this time, he wasn’t just watching.
He was smiling.
And for the first time since the ramp was destroyed, it felt like something better was already on its way.
