Grace House became a refuge.
Not officially at first.
Then more formally.
Denise and I started workshops for women protecting inherited property.
Alicia provided legal clinics.
Michael handled title monitoring lessons.
Thomas repaired locks and windows for women leaving unsafe homes.
We called the program Grace House Project.
Not Daniel’s hotel.
My mother’s legacy.
At the first workshop, twelve women came.
At the tenth, sixty.
One woman brought a folder of suspicious loan papers.
Another brought a husband who kept calling her “confused” after her father died.
Another brought nothing but a feeling.
We took the feeling seriously.
My mother had taught me that.
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