The building was a converted storefront on a street most people drove past without looking. Katie—thirty-one, married to Joe, mother of two—stood in the doorway with a key.
Jennie was beside her. Jennie, who had earned her MSW. Jennie, who had designed the curriculum. Jennie, who had never forgotten the sound of Katie’s head hitting a sidewalk.
“Ready?”
“I’ve been ready for seventeen years.”
Katie turned the key. The lights came on. And the first healing center was born.
Mustard seeds. One tiny seed planted in good soil. And it grows into something no one expected.