CLAIRE

Three weeks after the fire, things were moving again, the temporary space at Cross Industries was operational, my team had settled in surprisingly quickly.

Nina had organized everything with her usual efficiency. It wasn't perfect but it was working.

The insurance assessor had completed his visit, the claim was progressing, and I was looking at new facilities, permanent ones.

The kind that would make the old Sunset Park space look like a starting point rather than a destination.

Marcus picked me up at nine on a Tuesday morning. "Three locations today," I told him, getting into the car with my folder of property details.

"I know," Marcus replied. "Nina...