The week had started in that easy way where nothing felt urgent. Orders were moving out on schedule, the workshop had no last-minute scrambles, and even the small repairs on the storefront were ahead of time. It was the kind of rhythm that makes you feel like you finally found a pace you can hold without losing your breath.

Tuesday was no different. The morning light poured through the front windows, landing across the polished counter and creeping toward the sewing stations in the back. ...