Luciano reached for the lights as he ushered me inside. The fluorescent bulbs illuminated the work space below them, filling in the areas the light coming from the high windows couldn’t reach.
I hesitated by the doorway until he pulled the door closed behind us.
Luciano held out his hand and motioned me forward. “Don’t be shy. Come in here.”
In the still air, even my small footsteps thudded against the wooden floors. The scent of sawdust triggered chills to run down my spine.
“De ja vu?”
“Or ptsd.”
Luciano moved his hands up as if hoping to physically grasp the right words. His fingers tensed like he wanted to caress me, but was held back by an invisible force.
“I’m sorry, Katerina. I wish I could go back to that day and change my actions. Since I can’t do that, I will do everythin
