Zoe
Construction moved faster than I expected once it finally began, the club’s resources and connections cutting through timelines that would have taken me months to navigate alone. Within a few weeks, the foundation had been poured, steel framing rising steadily against the sky where ash and wreckage had once marked the only proof that a garage had ever stood there at all.
I visited the site most days, sometimes with Mason, sometimes with Ryder or Jax, occasionally alone, needing the quiet reassurance of watching something new take shape exactly where I’d once knelt among ruins clutching my father’s untouched toolbox.
“It’s really happening,” I said one afternoon, standing beside Mason as workers moved steadily through the framing, the shape of the new workshop finally becoming visibl
