Claire’s POV

We opened the door to the shed, and the air was wet and its door snapped shut behind us. Tom had pushed me into the heart of the construction site that had half-built walls, rusty rebar protruded like sharp teeth from the muddy earth, the wooden planks creaked beneath my feet and water dripped down from the steel roof. And the slowly dripping mixed in with the clinking of tools on the ground and the bellowing of workers cursing. Their voices were coarse and fatigued but I ...