of my childhood.
“What is this?” I whispered.
Harris said nothing.
I continued reading.
William explained that when he was younger, he and his wife had been unable to have children. Eventually, they decided to use part of their money to help children living in foster care.
Over the years, William anonymously paid for the education, clothing, and medical needs of hundreds of children.
I had been one of them.
I stopped reading.
“What?”
Harris nodded.
“Several of your medical expenses and school programs when you were a child were funded by William’s foundation.”
I could hardly process what I was hearing.
But the biggest surprise was still ahead.
In the letter, William explained that when he first hired me, he hadn’t recognized me.
A few weeks later, he happened to notice the address of my former group home and my last name among some of my documents.
That was
