Chapter 24 - Denise Carter Athletic Center

The gym opened twenty-one months late.
No red carpet.
No giant celebrity gala.
Local kids.
Teachers.
Coaches.
Emily returned to Marcus months earlier, though with separate financial accounts and counseling continuing.
She cut the ribbon.
Not me.
Not Marcus.
Why?
Because Mom’s old hospital supervisor, Miss Janice Freeman, was seventy-eight and still alive.
She had once covered Mom’s shift so Mom could take me to my first amateur tournament.
She cut the ribbon.
That felt right.
Inside, one plaque read:
BUILT SLOWLY. BUILT HONESTLY.
May you like
Marcus chose the words.
I cried.