Kane’s POV
I wipe my sleeve across my sweaty brow as I look around the room that, after four gruelling hours, is now finally empty of all the clutter that had been stored here over the years, and is ready for work to begin next week.
I’ve enjoyed today, working with these people who have mostly treated me as just another volunteer, even though a few obviously recognised me. There was the odd bit of staring to begin with, a few were openly nervous of me, just like Brice, which I assume is due to my size, as it can make me seem a little intimidating. But as the day went on, more and more of the group timidly talked to me, one gruff, older gentleman, full on bantering with me as we hauled the heavy, broken furniture from the room.
As I lean back slightly, stretching out the kink in my bac
