Her hands trembled as she took in the sight of the beautiful art deco windows of Rousseauâs smashed into tiny little pieces. She had spent months saving for those ornate windows and even longer deliberating with Jane-Ann and Monique over which ones would suit her restaurant. Now it was destroyed. Clutching the broom and shovel, Sophie started cleaning up the mess. Her mouth was set in a thin line as she crouched outside what was left of the window that looked out onto the street.
Distracted for a moment, Sophie accidentally sliced her hand on a shard of the glass. âShit,â she hissed, scrunching her face up in pain as blood started flowing out from the wound.Â













