"In the mornings, we focus on the children's education," Sister Olivia explained as they paused under the brittle frame of what used to be a shade structure.
"Cammy can teach the younger ones during this time. In the afternoons, she'll help prepare ingredients for dinner. Of course, given her condition," she said gently, glancing at Cammy's pregnant belly, "we'll ensure her tasks are manageable. But I must be honest—we're very short on staff. Sometimes the work goes beyond what's planned."
Greg listened carefully before reaching into his suit jacket. He pulled out a crisp envelope and handed it to Sister Olivia.
"Sister, I wrote this cheque before I even saw this place. And now that I have… I know it's not enough. Please, take it anyway. It's a start. And I promise, there will be more. Please… take care of my wife. And our unborn child. I trust that she's in good hands here."
