The ride back went too quickly, and they soon pulled up in front of the shelter.
“Hey,” Luka said, “I keep meaning to ask you. Do you know what this building used to be?”
They walked hand-in-hand up the pathway to the softly lit porch while Jacob reached into his pocket for his keys. “Years ago, the first floor was a bakery—which explains the large kitchen in the back—and the three floors above were living quarters. I think the family that owned the bakery used to rent out the top floor. It’s more like an apartment than the rooms and bathrooms on the second and third floors.”
“The second and third floors are more like dormitory rooms,” Luka affirmed.
That’s exactly what Jacob had thought when he’d first looked at the place after finding out he’d inherited the building. He planned on fi
