The foundation launched with a gala. Lights, speeches, celebrity guests.
But Hana didn't care about glitter.
She cared about the faces in the front row—the orphans, the rescued, the ones who looked at her with wide, wondering eyes.
"You gave us a name," one little girl whispered.
"No," Hana said, kneeling. "You already had one. I just reminded you."
Backstage, Mi-Ho found her staring into a mirror, touching her locket.
"I still feel her sometimes," she whispered. "My mom."
"She'd be proud."
"She'd say, 'Don't stop now.'"
"I won't let you."
"Good," she smiled. "Because I'm not done."