“I have three hundred dollars saved in my credit union account,” Paige said.

“And I’m working here every evening after my regular drafting shift, unpaid, until this market job is finished.”

“Paige, I can’t let you work without pay,” Caroline said.

“We’re building this studio together,” Paige said.

“Now let me see the exact lumber measurements for Miller’s counter.”

Caroline smiled softly and unrolled the fish market floor plan across the workbench.

She smoothed the edges down with her hands, took a roll of blue paper tape from her tool tray, and tore off two four-inch strips.

She walked over to the bare red brick wall beside the main window and pressed the paper flat against the mortar.