cutting. She had woken early and after dusting her place and grabbing a few groceries she was out of things to do. She decided to head in early and go through and log the donations that had come in while she had been in New York. It had been nearly four weeks, and while Amanda had opened letters she knew were donations for the hospital fund and recorded everything appropriately, there was still a small pile Charity needed to do.
She opened the safe and recorded what had been donated, and made notes for sending thank you cards and plaques to display requests. She opened a last letter that she had stuffed in the pile while talking to Elijah.
Inside was a typed letter. She knew right away it was from a lawyer. She saw the corner of a check behind it and scanned the letter.
Forever Hope Hospital
Attention: Charity Thompson
The Estate of Mrs. Nancy Gordon has been left to Forever Hope Hospital. Through the years, Mr. and Mrs. Gordon have spent several occasions here. From the birth of their son, who was killed while fighting for our country, to the cancer treatments of Mr. Gordon and then Mrs. Gordon, Forever Hope has always treated them with respect and the best care they could possible give.
Mrs. Gordon requested half of their estate be given to the hospital. Enclosed is a copy of the check for three million dollars. We hope your campaign will put this money to good use in the hospital. Please contact our law office to pick up the original.
Charity leaned back against her chair, dumbfounded. She had no idea who Mrs. Gordon was but that was about to change. The whole hospital was going to know. Somewhere a massive plaque – a shrine on a wall – would be built in honor of this family. She realized she was grinning, big time. She couldn’t stop. Talk about a surprise for today’s media-covered ribbon cutting.
She glanced at the clock on the wall and jumped up. She needed to be upstairs. She grabbed her folder with the short speech she had written and stuffed the letter inside.
Taking the stairs two at a time, she raced up and then had to knock on the door as it was locked from the stairwell. Thankfully someone was leaning against it and opened it up for her.
“Thanks,” she gushed as she squeezed through and made her way to where Malcolm and several other doctors, political people and an athlete she recognized from the news were standing. Malcolm had done a terrific job rounding up the right people for the ribbon cutting.
A beautiful gold-embroidered ribbon hung on two makeshift pillars. That had been the only thing Charity had organized for the event. She had used the pillars before and ordered the ribbon online from a client she had used before. The woman did excellent work and the ribbon was actually a tapestry that could be hung on the walls or framed after the ceremony.
Malcolm waved when he saw her. She squeezed her way through the crowd and moved close to him. “You are not going to believe this,” she whispered.
He must not have heard her. “Charity, I don’t believe you’ve met Davina.”
“Hi,” she said, automatically holding out her hand. “I’m Charity Thompson.”
“Nice to meet you,” Davina replied, her beautiful brown eyes glanced at Malcolm as she smiled. “Malcolm’s told me lots about you.”
“All good I hope.” Charity liked how she glanced adoringly at Malcolm. Davina was very pretty with her chestnut brown hair, brown eyes and petite build. They made a striking couple.
“Mostly.” She winked at Charity. “He forgot to mention how beautiful you are. I’m teasing, it’s really nice to meet you.”
“You, as well.” Charity glanced at Malcolm. “Do you have a minute?”
Malcolm checked his watch. “Can it wait till after the ribbon cutting?”
Charity smiled. “Sure.”
Malcolm walked to the podium and introduced himself. He then talked about the hospital, the floor and asked the mayor to come up and say a few words. After the mayor spoke, the state