“A little to the left,” I said, stepping back.

“Right there. Secure it.”

They tightened the screws and stepped away.

I looked up at my mother’s face.

The artist had captured the slight tilt of her head and the determination in her eyes.

She looked home.

“Thank you,” I told the workers.

They nodded and carried their ladder down the stairs.

I stood alone in the lobby for a long time, listening to the ticking of the grandfather clock.

The bronze pendulum swung back and forth, marking the passage of the old era.

***

By midday, the lobby was filled with people.

Local journalists, community leaders, and former staff members crowded into the room.

I saw the director of the children’s clinic talking with Lorna near the window.

Arthur Bell was discussing the new investment strategy with a representative from the bank.

Dina was guiding guests toward the refreshment table.

I stood near the entrance, wearing a simple black suit.

Marcus tapped his glass with a pen, calling the room to order.

The chatter died down, and everyone turned to face him.