Chapter 19 - What the Money Could Not Fix
When spring came, the charity was still short of money. Insurance covered some losses, disputed funds were being pursued through civil proceedings, and a local fundraising drive brought in enough to finish the safest parts of the renovation. The repair crews worked without cameras or speeches.
Our engineering firm survived, smaller and more careful. Two longtime clients left. One returned after reading the outside audit. I didn't resent the ones who stayed away. Trust wasn't a ribbon you pinned back on after somebody tore it off.
Brielle eventually entered a guilty plea to financial fraud and forgery charges. Her sentence and restitution obligations were determined by the court. Colin received his own sentence. Neither judgment could give Eli back the nights he'd spent afraid, or undo the way Owen had been discussed by strangers online.
At the Pine Hollow construction site, Asha and I watched a new inspector test the replacement exits. The doors opened outward with a simple push. He checked the emergency lights, the alarms, and the complete paperwork before signing anything.
"This is how it should have worked the first time," Asha said.
I nodded. I had spent so long trying to clear my name that I'd forgotten the simpler point: nobody should have been sent into an unsafe building at all.
Tara called later with news. Owen had asked to visit White Cedar Gardens. Not for a wedding. The venue had a public spring flower show, and he'd seen pictures in the paper.
"Are you sure?" I asked him when he took the phone.
"I want to see it when nobody's yelling," he said. "I want to know if the greenhouse has butterflies yet."
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I told him we could go. We would walk out whenever he wanted.
Then he added, almost too quietly to hear, "Dad, can we go just the two of us?"
