THE FIRST thing Sophie noticed on Saturday morning was the smell.
Even after the fire had been extinguished weeks ago, traces of smoke still lingered inside Moore Customs. Yet every now and then, when the breeze shifted through the open garage doors, she could still catch the faint scent of charred timber.
It reminded her how close Matthew had come to losing everything. Not just the garage, but also his employees, his dream, his second home.
She parked outside just after eight o'clock and stepped out carrying two large paper bags filled with breakfast sandwiches and coffee.
The garage was already alive.
Matthew looked up from the front entrance where he was balancing on a ladder, repainting one of the newly installed beams.
The paint roller stopped moving. He stared.
Vince noticed f
