Evelyn's POV
The warehouse felt different today. Maybe because I finally saw it as mine.
Sylvia arrived exactly at ten, carrying a briefcase and looking nervous. "I brought some sample business plans from other non-profits. Thought they might help."
I smiled. "Thank you. That is really helpful."
We spread everything out on a folding table Benjamin had brought. Floor plans, budgets, timelines, grant applications.
"This is a lot," Sylvia said.
"I know. Sometimes I wonder if I am crazy for trying to do this."
"You are not crazy. You are ambitious. There is a difference."
Benjamin arrived with coffee and pastries. "Good morning, ladies. How is the planning going?"
"Slowly," I admitted. "There is so much to figure out."
"Then let us figure it out together." He handed us each a coffee.
