*Michael*

I stood surrounded by the bones of the framework that would soon be a state-of-the-art spa, clipboard in hand. The hum and whir of construction tools filled the air—a welcome sign of progress—or so I thought.

"Hey, Michael! My wrench is gone," grunted one of the contractors, his brows knitted in confusion. "Swear it was right here a second ago."

"Mine too," another piped up, patting down his tool belt as if the missing tool might magically ...