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Vanessa strode toward me, champagne flute in hand, her heels clicking like judgment on the marble. “Sweetheart, I know Michael’s mother left him this ridiculous invitation, but you understand this event is for donors, not — well, you.” She gestured at my dress. “Did you take the Greyhound in from whatever sad little apartment you’re renting now?” A few of her friends giggled behind gloved hands. Michael stared at his shoes. I opened my mouth to respond when the microphone squealed to life at the front of the ballroom. Mayor Patterson tapped it twice. “Ladies and gentlemen, before dinner, I have the extraordinary honor of introducing tonight’s guest of honor. Three months ago, Cedar Point General Hospital was slated for closure. Our pediatric wing was going dark. And then, an anonymous donor stepped forward — not just to save it, but to fund it in perpetuity. Twelve million dollars.” Gasps rippled through the room. “Tonight, that donor has finally agreed to be named. She grew up here. She left at eighteen with nothing but a scholarship and a suitcase. She built one of the largest medical software companies on the West Coast. And she came home to give back to the town that raised her.” He paused. “Please welcome home Cedar Point’s own — Dr. Elena Reyes.” Every head in the room turned toward the doorway. Toward me. Vanessa’s champagne flute slipped from her hand and shattered across the marble. Mayor Patterson smiled warmly. “Elena, would you please come up? Oh — and one more thing. The board voted unanimously to rename the pediatric wing after your late mother, Rosa Reyes, who mopped those hospital floors for forty-one years so her daughter could dream bigger.” I finally looked at Vanessa. Her mouth was open, her diamonds suddenly looking like costume glass. “The Greyhound was full tonight,” I said quietly. “I flew private.” I stepped past her, toward my mother’s memory, toward the microphone, toward the town I had never truly left.