I didn’t want to do this. Everything in me screamed to turn my ass around and go the fuck home. Nate was standing next to me, shifting his weight back and forth nervously. The second to last thing I wanted was to be stand here. The very last thing was to even step foot on the crumbing mass of wooden slabs and the plants that were reclaiming.

Nate was right. I took after my father with zero handyman skills. Hell, Aelia learned how to fix everything when she was four because no one else would. ...