“I need something,” I say.
Freddie perks up immediately. “Oh, we love that sentence.”
Timothy folds his arms. “Meaning?”
“Something permanent.”
Mitchell’s gaze sharpens. “Impulsive permanent or thought through permanent?”
“Thought through. Ish.”
Freddie grins. “That’s boring but respectable.”
I stare at the flash art lining the walls.
Roses. Daggers. Wolves. Ravens.
None of it’s right.
“It’s not a name,” I say.
Mitchell nods once. “Good.”
“It’s not obvious.”
“Better,” Timothy adds.
Freddie hops down from his chair. “So what is it?”
I rub a hand over my jaw.
“It’s a window,” I say finally.
They all blink.
Freddie squints. “You want a house?”
“No.”
Mitchell tilts his head. “Explain.”
I take a breath.
“Broken glass,” I say. “But mended. Reinforced. Something that doesn’t look fragile even if it cracked once.”
Timothy’s expression shifts first. Understanding.
Freddie nods slowly. “Kintsugi vibes.”
I glance at him.
“Japanese pottery,” he explains. “They repair cracks with gold so the break becomes part of the design.”
Mitchell leans on the counter. “So you want the break honored.”
“Yeah.”
“Why?” Timothy asks quietly.
