*Sophie’s POV*

Luca and I knelt on the dusty, creaking floorboards of the upper level. We examined the contractors' blueprints as we discussed where to start replacing the worn-through beams with new ones. Our fingers traced along the yellow lines of the plan, lingering over certain areas that seemed too weak to bear any more weight.

"Luca," I started, "We've got to get the beams replaced. Without the strength from the new wood, we won't be able to bring ...