Fresh Paint and Broken Glass

Stella

The paint sloshes in the can as I pour it out into the tray, wiping a bead of sweat from my brow with the other hand.

“Just three more walls to go,” Piper says. “And then…”

“And then another coat,” I add with a laugh. “But we can do that another day.”

After I’ve finished pouring the paint into the tray, I straighten and look around. The little restaurant that I now call my own is just about