We stood there for a long moment in front of the boarded-up café, snow drifting around us, the ghosts of a hundred childhood Saturday mornings whispering from behind those darkened windows.
Finally, I took a shaky breath. “What do I do with this? I don’t know anything about business.”
“We’ll take it slow.
I’ll show you the basics. You can meet the team and decide how involved you want to be. There’s no rush.”
He hesitated.
“You’ve been alone for too long, kiddo. Let me help you rebuild.”
The word “rebuild” landed deep. “And Carla?” he added softly.
“This doesn’t erase the past. But it’s a start.”
I nodded, wiping my cheeks. “It is.”
It felt like a door opening instead of slamming shut.
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