Mimi carefully followed Gwen’s instructions by clipping a notch beside each node. The girl had to lock her braces to stand long enough to get the job done, but she never once complained.

Spending time with Mimi was a balm on Gwen’s wounded soul. Frankly, a broken heart was nothing compared to the lifetime of challenges Mimi had before her.

“What kind of medicine can you make from this plant?” the girl asked.

“Goldenseal roots can be brewed into a nice tea for digestive disorders.”

Mimi nodded. “I’ve always wanted to make a nice tea for digestive disorders,” she said with utmost seriousness, and Gwen hid her smile. Mimi was such a bright little girl and might someday become a scientist herself. Maybe even a doctor. If Mimi wanted to attend Blackstone College, Gwen would move heaven and earth to be sure it happened regardless of her physical challenges.

Her musings were interrupted by the clang of the telephone. Gwen dried her hands on a rag and hurried inside, suspecting what the call might be.

She was right. It was Liam with news.

“Uncle Oscar has taken the bait,” Liam said, his voice tense with excitement. “Patrick and I are going to his place tomorrow to let him know that the labor unions are supporting my lead. I can’t stop the deal, but I can make things tough in the press unless Oscar agrees to put me on the board of U.S. Steel.”

She clenched the earpiece and leaned against the wall in silent exaltation. The news was not unexpected but still amazing. Who could have imagined that the crude, ill-mannered man she met a few months ago was primed to be appointed to the board of directors for the largest company in the world?

“Good luck, Liam,” she said, proud beyond belief of her older brother.

Her gaze strayed to the painting of Hansel and Gretel as they wandered out of the dark and dangerous wood. Gwen had her brother back. He was on his way to becoming a man who would fulfill their father’s wishes to protect the longevity of Blackstone College.

It would probably be an ugly battle at Uncle Oscar’s house, but Gwen had no desire to attend. Her home was at the college, and she would trust Patrick to help Liam through the labyrinth ahead.

Patrick walked alongside Liam as they approached Oscar’s Fifth Avenue home. It was three houses down from Frederick’s mansion and even more grand.