been asking since I arrived.
“Your grandfather never intended this house to become your inheritance.”
He looked at the map.
“He intended us to build something else together.”
PART 3
For several seconds, nobody touched the map.
It lay across Derek’s workbench beneath a thin layer of afternoon light, the paper browned at the folds.
RUIZ BROTHERS WORKSHOP.
The words looked almost absurd.
Derek and I had not built anything together since we were children.
When we were eleven and fourteen, Dad gave us scrap lumber and told us to
