THE SMELL of smoke still lingered around Moore Customs even though nearly a week had passed since the fire.
It had settled into the walls, the concrete floor, and the twisted steel beams that now stood behind temporary barriers while insurance investigators continued documenting the damage. Every morning the mechanics swept away another layer of ash, only to discover another reminder of everything they had lost beneath it.
Sophie parked outside the garage and remained inside her car for a moment.
Nothing looked the same anymore.
The building was still standing, but it no longer carried the energy she had grown accustomed to over the past several months. The constant laughter, the music echoing through the service bays, and the easy banter between mechanics had all been replaced by some
