Cecelia
I had set up my own office of sorts on the first floor. I’m not sure what the room had been meant for originally, as it was kind of an odd shape, but it had a window which overlooked the forest and enough room to fit a small desk and a couple of chairs. I had placed my laptop and had a new printer on order from the office supply store. It wasn’t much, but it was better than trying to work while spread out on my bed upstairs.
I had moved a small sum of money from my savings into a separate account so that I could initiate the benevolence fund without any assistance from Ellis. I had drafted a set of guidelines to determine who could receive assistance and under what circumstances. It was a humble start, but at least we could offer a week’s worth of groceries, or make car repairs
