Sterling asked, softly.

“The rest will stay right here,” I said, touching the letter in my pocket.

“An endowment to keep this suite open, in perpetuity, for residents of the state wing who need a place, just for an afternoon, to sit in comfort and watch the sunset.

No one should have to be rich to watch a sunset from a warm room.

It is the smallest thing in the world, and it should belong to everyone.”