The Greatest Gift
Finally, I looked up. “What does the key open?”
Arthur slid a folder across the table. Inside were photographs. A building. Beautiful. Modern. Bright.
I looked closer. Then looked again.
The sign outside read:
THE HARPER FAMILY REHABILITATION CENTER
I couldn’t breathe.
“What is this?”
Arthur smiled. “A rehabilitation center.”
My hands trembled. “Why is it named after us?”
Hazel answered first. “Because you inspired it.”
Iris nodded. “We’ve been helping plan it for years.”
Arthur placed a hand on my shoulder. “It opens next month.”
I stared at him, speechless.
“Thousands of families will receive support there.”
My eyes flooded again. “You named it after me?”
“No,” Hazel said gently. “We named it after all three of us.”
