AS SOPHIE made her way toward Matthew's office, she noticed two mechanics speaking in hushed voices before falling silent when he walked past them. Another employee stared at the partially burned section of the garage with a troubled expression before quietly returning to work.
The fire had destroyed more than equipment.
It had shaken everyone's confidence.
Matthew emerged from the office carrying a thick envelope, his expression unreadable. He looked tired despite insisting he was recovering well. Although he had abandoned the crutches a few days earlier, his movements were still careful, and Sophie could tell he was doing his best to ignore the discomfort left by the surgery.
"You weren't supposed to drive yourself," she said as she walked toward him.
"I didn't."
She folded her arm
