PART 1
I let my brother-in-law use the workshop my late father built with his own hands after his rented warehouse space fell through two weeks before his business launch party. I asked for exactly three things: don’t touch Dad’s tools, don’t sell anything, and leave the workshop exactly as he found it.
Marcus promised.
To me, those weren’t small requests. That workshop was the last place that still smelled like my father — sawdust, machine oil, and the faint trace of the pipe tobacco he never quite gave up. Every
