Chapter 4
Mason opened the box his future brother-in-law dropped off that morning. He came to discuss the bike race they were cosponsoring together. FRAGILE was written all over the top and sides in bright red marker in his sister, Kate’s, handwriting. She had spent weeks after work hours creating these custom, one-of-a-kind handblown growlers to display and sell at the brewery. He had a special shelf made for them, including an overhead light that would provide the spotlight they deserved. He couldn’t wait to have them in place, and for her to stop by and see them.
The box was filled with packing peanuts, and he reached in, searching for the product. His hand finally hit something, and he pulled out what he imagined a lifetime of bubble wrap would look like.
“Tape, too? You have got to
