CHAPTER 37

I finish screwing in the final screw before sitting back and admiring my handiwork. A sense of pride washes over me as I inspect the newly built wardrobe. I hear a shuffle at my bedroom door and turn to find Dad leaning against the door frame. When he notices the furniture, his eyebrows rise in surprise. "Wow Trish, you did that faster than I ever could." He smiles, walking in. He runs his hand over the crisp white wood, his face a look of satisfaction. "Thanks Dad. I need some help with the...