the health center courtyard.
The garden had been restored with benches, flowering trees, and a narrow brick path winding between raised beds. Patients and families filled the windows above us.
Ethan waited beneath a young magnolia tree.
He wore a dark suit but no tie.
“You look suspicious,” I said.
“I have been told that is a family trait.”
“What have you done?”
“Something reckless.”
“That is definitely a family trait.”
He held out his hand.
I placed mine in it.
He led me toward the center of the courtyard, where a small plaque had been set into the brick path.
EVELYN BENNETT GARDEN
For Every Person Who Chose Courage Before They Felt Ready
My breath caught.
“You did this?”
“Not alone.”
My father stepped from behind the magnolia tree.
Vivian followed, carrying flowers.
Jason appeared beside them, looking annoyed at being included in anything sentimental.
Around the courtyard stood
