“The director sent a letter to our foundation. Apparently, the shelter will be able to keep its heating system running through the next two winters.”
Clara nodded.
“I wanted to help them because I know what it feels like to have nowhere else to turn. Mrs. Evelyn helped me when I was desperate. I thought the shelter deserved something in return.”
“She also asked whether you could bring Lily to visit.”
“I’d love to.”
Ethan leaned back in his chair.
“She asked about me, too.”
Clara laughed softly.
“She wants you to come to dinner. A home-cooked meal. No cameras, no press, and absolutely no speeches about corporate philanthropy.”
Ethan raised an eyebrow.
“That sounds more intimidating than a board meeting.”
“I’m sure you’ll survive.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
Clara picked up her briefcase.
Then she paused.
“Oh, Ethan?”
“Yes?”
“I brought you something.”
She placed a small, neatly wrapped box on the table.
