“It’s beautiful, Daniel,” I whispered, leaning in to look at the tiny details.

“Look at the little playground!” Chloe squealed, pointing a finger at the miniature swings.

“That was Victoria’s idea,” Daniel told her, brushing a stray curl away from her forehead.

“The children need a place to see the sky,” I said, remembering our long discussions in the hospital cafeteria.

My hands hovered over the model, tracing the path of the outdoor ramp.

For months, I had watched Daniel pour his grief and his talent into these blueprints.

After my divorce from Mark was finalized, and after James Hendricks had disappeared into the background of my past, this project had become my anchor.

“The final inspection passed this morning,” Daniel said, his voice quiet and steady.

He looked at me, his hazel eyes reflecting the soft light of the living room lamp.

“We open the doors tomorrow afternoon,” he added.

My heart gave a slight flutter, a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation.

“Are the invitations sent?” I asked.

“Every single one,” Daniel said. “The hospital board, the staff, and the community leaders.”