Chapter 17 - Shadows Fade
Later that afternoon, while reviewing final contract signatures in my office, Uncle Arthur walked in with a large manila envelope.
"Got some paperwork from the county records office," Arthur said, tossing the envelope onto my desk with a satisfied grin. "The final title transfer for the old Stratford Avenue estate went through this morning. Vance-Carter Properties officially owns the parcel."
I looked up from my laptop, surprised. "What are we planning to do with the old family home, Arthur?"
"Well," Arthur chuckled, leaning against the edge of the desk. "The foundation is solid, but the interior needs a complete gut renovation. I was thinking we turn it into a transitional housing facility for women recovering from domestic instability and family trauma."
My breath caught in my throat. I looked at my uncle, a slow, brilliant smile spreading across my face.
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"Arthur, that... that is the best idea you've ever had," I whispered, my eyes shining. "Let's do it. Let's give that house a new purpose."
"Thought you'd like that," Arthur winked, turning toward the door. "I'll draw up the architectural specs by Monday."
