Sadie and Kya spent the entire morning at Luxe, working closely with the police, the construction workers, and the interior designers. The building still smelled like dust and broken plaster, but the energy had shifted. There was movement. There was planning and determination.
The police had given their preliminary assessment.
A random attack.
Possibly homeless individuals. No clear motive.
Kya and Sadie exchanged a look when they heard that. That part of the city barely had homeless people. It was mostly professionals, business owners, and wealthy residents. The explanation didn’t make sense. But they didn’t argue or push.
They chose to focus on the positive. The designers assured them they could rebuild. The foreman promised his team would work overtime.
The timeline shifted—but no
