Emily used to tell me that breakfast was essential.
After several minutes, Sebastian spoke again.
“She was an extraordinary woman. She helped more people than you probably realize.”
I almost smiled.
“What does that mean?”
He looked down at his folder.
“Gianna should explain.”
I didn’t like being kept in suspense.
But whenever Sebastian mentioned Emily, I felt obligated to see this through.
“What does that mean?”
***
We stopped outside a brick building with a blue door.
The sign above the entrance displayed the name of a family support center.
Sebastian led me inside.
There was a reception desk, several offices, and a room filled with children’s books.
Photos covered one wall.
Sebastian led me inside.
I approached them.
Then I stopped breathing.
My daughter was standing in the middle of a group of volunteers!
She was smiling, her arm around a younger woman.
