Chapter 292: Cammy’s Service
"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."
Sister Olivia accepted it with reverence. But when she opened it and saw the amount—$300,000—her hands trembled.
"Oh, merciful heavens!" she gasped. "This is... this is not just a donation, Mr. Cross. This is a miracle! This... this changes everything!"
She burst into tears, unable to contain the emotion. She pulled both Cammy and Greg into a tight, overwhelmed embrace. "You’re angels. Truly, you are heaven-sent. May the Lord shower you both with blessings. I—words can’t describe what this means to us."
Greg smiled softly. "Just pray for us, Sister. Pray we can make even more so we can give again."
"Pray?" she said through tears. "Oh, I’ll pray every single day."
Even Cammy, usually stoic in her strength, was wiping at her cheeks.
As the children gathered around, sensing something good had happened, a rare feeling filled the broken old walls of St. Anne’s—hope.