Chapter 11: The Locked Studio
I pushed open the door to Vivian’s office. It was dim, only a single desk lamp cutting through the gloom, illuminating Vivian’s face. She sat [more…]
I pushed open the door to Vivian’s office. It was dim, only a single desk lamp cutting through the gloom, illuminating Vivian’s face. She sat [more…]
The next morning, the Pilsen warehouse office was a scene of quiet, almost mournful, efficiency. Vivian, stripped of her authority and her financial power, packed [more…]
Two weeks later, the scent of fresh cedar filled the air in my Pilsen workshop. It was late, the city outside a hushed symphony of [more…]