Gunpowder and Heartbreak

Vittoria

It smells of metal, oil, and old secrets in this warehouse, my place.

Zev walks two steps ahead of me, clipboard tucked under his arm, eyes scanning everything as if expecting trouble to crawl out of the shadows. He's been with me since I was fifteen; he knows when I'm quiet for the wrong reasons.

He turns again, peering into my face.

"Boss, you didn't sleep."

The man has the observation