The Gift
He placed an envelope in her hands, substantial not in weight but in significance. Inside were documents transferring ownership of a newly renovated building in Columbus, designated as a training and housing center for young adults navigating transition.
“We want you to run it,” Lucas said. “Because you already know how.”
Margaret shook her head, the magnitude of it crashing over her, fear rising faster than she could contain it.
“I’m just a baker,” she whispered.
