Chapter 23 - The Architect
With the diner expanding, we needed a new roof for the patio extension. That’s how we met David.
David was a local contractor—a quiet, kind man with calloused hands and a quick, easy smile. He didn't wear tailored Italian suits or drive a luxury sedan. He drove a battered Ford truck and drank his coffee black.
He came in every morning to discuss the patio plans, but he always ended up staying an extra hour just to talk to Hannah.
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I watched from the kitchen window as they stood by the counter, David sketching a design on a napkin while Hannah laughed at a joke he made. There was no tension. There was no fear. Just two people enjoying each other's company.
I wasn't pushing her into anything. But for the first time in years, I saw the possibility of a future for her that wasn't defined by survival.
