“Look in the blue folder behind the books on the bottom shelf.”
The recording ended.
I stared at the device.
Then hurried toward the shelves.
Behind a row of old travel books was a blue folder.
Inside were architectural drawings.
Property records.
A financing proposal.
And a letter addressed to me.
I unfolded it.
Margaret,
Do you remember what you said when we opened our first little store?
You told me you wished every lonely person in the world had somewhere to go when they needed help.
I've never forgotten.
Years ago, I quietly purchased the original store property after it became available again.
It's part of your trust.
I was going to surprise you by restoring it for our fiftieth anniversary.
Now I know I won't be there.
The property is yours. You may sell it, keep it, or do something entirely different.
But I had an idea.
Maybe it could become the place you always dreamed about.
