Maya’s eyes were still wet with tears as they stepped through the tall glass doors of the new building. Her parents walked closely beside her, each holding one of her arms as though afraid she might stumble. She tried to wipe her face quickly, embarrassed to be crying so much, but the tears only kept coming.

The marble floors gleamed as though they were polished just for her. Sunlight reflected off the glass walls, scattering soft patterns across the space.

Mr. Denovan paused, looking at her with calm eyes. His deep voice carried in the silence.

“They have not finished yet, Maya. But soon they will. And when it is...