JJ
The next morning, I got to the shop early enough that the front windows were still reflecting more parking lot than sunlight.
Opening day had left traces everywhere despite the cleaning Stitch and I had done before leaving. A stack of fresh consent forms sat crooked behind reception. One waiting chair had shifted several inches from where I normally kept it. Somebody had abandoned a wrapped straw beside the trash can, and there was a faint smudge on the front glass exactly at child height even though I had no memory of anyone bringing a kid inside.
It looked used.
That made me ridiculously happy.
I set my bag behind the counter, turned on the lights, and pulled up the security system before unlocking the public entrance.
Part of the routine came from Razor.
After he had stood acr
