I Came Home With a Prosthetic Leg and Found My Newborn Twins Abandoned. Three Years Later, a Document Led Me to My Ex-Wife’s Door
We widened a waiting-area circulation path and added benches where visitors could sit together.
It wasn’t an engineering revolution.
It was a child’s clear observation about what makes a place welcoming.
Some people later told me the center was my revenge against the past.
They were wrong.
Revenge would have kept Brenda and Victor at the center of everything.