“They Took My Office Without Asking — And Chose the Worst Possible Room”

I pulled up the manual on my laptop. “It’s the igniter. Part costs about ninety-five dollars. Labor will cost more.”

“Can’t you just come fix it?” he asked, reaching for the old script.

I looked around my warm studio, my name on every bill, my work on every surface, my peace hard-won and precious.

“I can,” I said slowly. “But there are conditions.”

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