“We are here to serve the community, not ourselves.”

I looked up at my mother’s portrait.

“My mother believed that wealth was a responsibility, not a privilege.”

“Today, we honor that belief.”

“Thank you.”

The applause was louder this time, more sustained.

Lorna walked over and squeezed my arm.

“You did well, Emma,” she said.

“Your mother would have been proud of your strength.”

“I just did what had to be done, Lorna,” I said.

***

As the guests began to stream out of the building, I slipped away to the back courtyard.

The air was cool and crisp, carrying the scent of autumn leaves.

I sat on the stone bench by the fountain, watching the water ripple in the breeze.

Marcus walked out a few minutes later, holding his coat over his arm.

“The board just held its first official vote,” he said, sitting down beside me.

“They approved the emergency funding for the clinic.”

“The checks will be mailed out tomorrow.”

“That is good news,” I said.

“What are your plans now, Emma?” he asked.

“I am going to take some time away,” I said.