Ethan's hands rested on the wheel of the Porsche as he pulled into the driveway, the car rolling to a smooth stop in front of his father's house.
The ride home had been mostly quiet, the occasional comment from his father about the shop breaking the silence.
"Tomorrow morning, I'll head back and start figuring things out," his father said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Got a lot to set up. Might have to do some remodeling inside — want to make it feel like my own space, you know?"
Ethan smirked, glancing at his father as he shifted the car into park. "Makes sense. You never were the type to leave things as they were."
His father chuckled, the corners of his mouth tugging into a small smile. "Damn right. I'll give it a proper touch."
Ethan could tell that his father was already making mental plans, already seeing the space as his own, which was exactly what he had wanted.