I have a business proposal

The wind outside was gentle that morning, brushing through the curtains of the small living room where Tessa sat quietly, her hands moving rhythmically as she knitted a cream colored sweater. The soft clicking of her needles filled the silence, a small, calming sound against the distant hum of traffic outside. The apartment smelled faintly of lavender detergent and fabric softener, the air calm, almost deceptively so like peace trying to disguise heartbreak.

A small ...