But the accusation that was meant to shame her had, in the end, dragged the truth into the light where it could do some good, and now there was a bin by the door and a program with her name on it and a young mother driving toward a shelter with a full suitcase in the trunk.

Corwin was right that you don’t just apologize; you make it right.

And making it right, it turned out, was not a single act but a practice — a bin that stayed by the door, a system that fed hundreds, a hand on the other side of a heavy handle, offered again and again, for as long as there were people carrying loads too heavy to carry alone.

THE END.