Mason
With the trial finally behind us, the weeks that followed settled into something I hadn't felt in longer than I could properly remember. Peace, uncomplicated by looming danger or desperate investigation, just the steady, satisfying work of watching something good come together piece by careful piece.
The garage neared completion faster than any of us expected once the trial's distraction lifted, contractors moving through final details with renewed focus now that nothing else demanded our collective attention. I spent most days there myself, overseeing the workshop installation personally, wanting every tool, every workbench, every piece of equipment positioned exactly right before we finally handed the keys back to Zoe.
"You've been out here every day this week," Ryder observed,
