The last customer left just after eight, carrying a small bag with one of the Kyoto silk scarves folded neatly inside. The bell above the door gave its usual soft chime as the door closed, and for a moment I simply stood there, listening to the faint echo of it fade into the stillness. Claudia had already gone for the evening. She had asked if I needed her to stay, but I told her I wanted some time alone with the space. There was no real reason I could give her for that, only the quiet pull ...