“And charity work is the answer?” he asked skeptically.
“It’s a start. Even if you’re doing it for selfish reasons, like improving your image, the end result is still good. Children get helped. Families get shelter. That’s what matters.”
We reached my door, and I paused with my hand on the knob. “The Shelter Project is the perfect opportunity. It’s just sitting there, waiting for you to take charge. And it would mean a lot to me.”
“Why do you care so much?” he asked, tilting his head.
I shrugged. “Because everyone deserves a chance. Especially children who’ve had nothing but bad luck from the start.”
He didn’t respond, but I could see him thinking about it, turning the idea over in his mind. That was something, at least.
Suddenly, I had a thought. “All that food fro
