Chapter 3
Jacob beamed. He loved talking about The Promise of Hope Shelter. It was his passion. Unfortunately, it was almost dinner and he didn’t have a lot of time to go into the whole story. “Short version, okay?”
Luka nodded.
“I inherited the building when my grandparents passed away about two years ago. This year I turned it into a shelter for gay homeless youth, ages thirteen through eighteen. I created a nonprofit organization and put a board together. We knew the building needed work, but we had no idea how much until we didn’t pass the first inspection. We have less than sixty days to get it up to code.” And we’re almost broke.
Luka’s smile stretched across his face. “That’s wonderful. How many live here now?”
“Just three teens, but once we’re up and running full time, we’ll have the capacity for thirty.”