The Janitor Everyone Looked Through

“this project is possible because of trust. Trust from our donors. Trust from our board. Trust from the city.”

Jonah leaned toward me. “Clara.”

“What?”

“I found something last month. A sealed archive box from Evelyn Harrington’s estate. It mentioned a Samuel Finch.”

My pulse jumped.

“What did it say?”

Jonah looked toward Mr. Finch. “I didn’t understand continue reading …