a single wrench, even when money was tight. My husband Dale understood exactly what that space meant. His brother Marcus did not.
Three weeks before his launch, Marcus called in a panic. The warehouse he’d leased for his new furniture-restoration business had been sold out from under him, and every other space in town was either too expensive or already booked.
Then he remembered the workshop.
“It’s perfect, Nora. High ceilings, real tools, that whole rustic vibe. People will love it for the launch photos.”
I hesitated. That workshop wasn’t
