Chapter 23 — The Foundation

When the foundation passed officially into my care, exactly as Arthur had arranged, I was terrified in a way I had not been even on my wedding day.

Two years earlier I had been a woman juggling nursing shifts, counting coins for the bus, lying awake praying my son’s body would hold together long enough for me to find a way to save him.

Now I was being handed the wheel of a charitable trust worth three hundred million dollars, and it felt like being asked to steer a great ship through a storm with no chart and no training.