I stared at the letter for several seconds before I trusted myself to read it again.
The envelope had arrived without warning and after everything that had happened recently, I had expected another problem to land in my lap.
Instead, the first sentence gave me something I hadn't felt in a very long time. Relief.
I lowered myself into Uncle Will's old office chair and carefully unfolded the remaining pages.
The bank had sent a formal statement regarding the business accounts, outstanding loans and several debts that had been attached to Lawson Customs when I inherited the garage.
I knew the business had been improving and I knew the restoration contracts were bringing in more money. I knew regular customers were returning after the break in.
What I hadn't realized was how much all of
