(Rebecca's POV)
A workshop.
Two benches, side by side, dimensioned and toleranced in his precise draftsman's hand. A window facing east — morning light, no glare on the work surface. A tool wall with pegboard layout, every hook position specified. Materials listed in the margin. Load paths drawn clean.
And beside the two benches, a third.
Smaller. Lower. Built to a child's dimensions. Jack's bench. A place in the workshop for a boy who likes everything that beeps and is building a walking tin can with Gerald and has negotiated three refrigerators for his drawings.
The bench is dimensioned with the same precision as the others. It is not squeezed in. It is not a margin note. It is part of the drawing.
My thumb traces the edge of it. The small bench. The careful dimensions. My throat t
