When everything was signed, I rose to leave. At the door, I turned to him.
“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 across his face. “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 angry anymore—just free.
That evening, I came home to find Aria sitting on the floor, crayons scattered everywhere.
“What’s that, sweetheart?” I asked.
She grinned and held up her drawing. It showed a building with a heart above the door and smiling people inside.
“It’s your clinic,” she said proudly. “The one where everyone gets help.”
I knelt beside her, my throat tightening. “That’s exactly right.”
