Chapter 24 - The Foundation’s Victims
The Phoenix Children’s Recovery Fund was dissolved.
Its remaining assets entered a court-controlled restitution process.
I joined a temporary oversight committee.
At first, I wanted nothing connected to the foundation.
Then I met the families.
A mother whose son missed physical therapy because funding disappeared.
A father who slept in his car outside a hospital.
A grandmother who believed the charity rejected her because she filled out forms incorrectly.
They blamed themselves for decisions caused by theft.
I recognized that burden.
People harmed by powerful institutions often assume they misunderstood the rules.
The rules had been manipulated.
Recovered funds paid outstanding medical debts.
Properties purchased through shell companies were sold.
My parents’ home was seized.
The board’s luxury office closed.
We created a smaller organization with independent leadership.
No family control.
No honorary positions.
Every transaction published publicly.
They asked me to become executive director.
I declined.
Then I reconsidered.
Running away would leave the work defined by Dylan.
So I accepted for one year.
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Only one.
That year became three.
