She stepped onto the asphalt parking lot, slammed the door and hit the lock button on her key chain. She studied the building, shaken by the possibility that her dream might finally come true. If… But she didn’t want to think about the if. The board had to agree. She’d thought about it long and hard. She’d prayed, and her confidence had grown. An empty building was a tax deduction, but a building donated to a worthy cause was an additional write-off. They had to go for it. She kicked a stone with the toe of her shoe as she headed toward the door, listening to the voices coming from inside. She recognized Brent’s voice powering the conversation. Randy’s soft tenor voice reached her ears as a hum. When she stepped inside, her shadow splayed across the floor, and Randy spun around, followed by Brent’s turn of the head. His body followed. “You made it.” “Are you surprised?” She dug into her handbag and tugged out a hundred-foot tape measure, dropped her bag near the door and walked toward them.
