“I don’t know if I’m ready,” I said.

“You can start by looking at a floor plan,” she answered.

“No contract.

No pressure.”

So I did.

I found myself thinking about accessible doorways and quiet corners where a nervous child could sit with a parent.

The work made me feel useful in a way the Sterling charity galas never had.

When Frank came home from the garage, he watched me spread paper across the table.