He looked directly at me, his hazel eyes bright with an emotion that made my throat tighten.

“It happens through the people who hold your hand when you are too afraid to ask for help.”

A soft murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd of doctors, donors, and nurses.

“This center was built for the children, but it was inspired by the dedication of the nursing staff here,” Daniel said.

“Specifically, by one nurse who reminded my daughter how to laugh, and reminded me how to hope.”

My cheeks flushed warm, and I pressed my hands together to keep them from shaking.

“Victoria Sullivan,” Daniel said, his voice softening as he spoke my name to the entire room.

“Thank you for showing us the way back to the light.”

The applause erupted again, louder this time, filling the vast atrium of the new wing.

Several of my colleagues patted my shoulders and smiled at me, but my eyes never left Daniel.

He stepped back from the podium, nodding to the CEO, who stepped up to initiate the ribbon-cutting ceremony.