When everything was signed, I stood to leave. At the door, I paused.
“Three years ago, you told me to take my daughter somewhere that treated people for free,” I said quietly.
“Today, I’m here to make sure no one else ever hears those words again.”
He looked up, guilt flickering in his eyes. “Mr. Ross… I was wrong.”
I nodded. “I know. But that day pushed me to do something right.”
Outside, the air felt lighter. I didn’t feel vengeful—just free.
That evening, I came home to find Aria on the floor, crayons scattered around her.
“What’s that, sweetheart?” I asked.
She grinned, holding up her drawing—a building with a heart above the door and people smiling inside.
“It’s your clinic,” she said proudly. “The one where everyone gets help.”
I knelt beside her, my throat tight. “That’s exactly right.”
