Sunday mornings felt different now. Not long ago I used to wake up wondering whether Lawson Customs would survive another month and every unpaid bill waiting downstairs felt like another weight sitting across my shoulders.
Not I woke up before my alarm simply because my body had grown used to early mornings.
For once, I dind’t mind.
Soft sunlight filtered through the apartment window as I stretched beneath the blankets before climbing out of bed.
The garage below was closed for the day which meant I could actually enjoy the quiet.
I wandered into the bathroom, took a long shower, brushed my teeth and pulled my hair into a loose ponytail before changing into comfortable jeans, a fitted gray t-shirt and an old pair of sand shoes that had seen far better days.
There wasn’t a singl
