Bottom End Renovations
An architect en the builder need to work together for the client I heard my iPhone beep, and a small envelope icon caught my eye in the notification bar. My heart sank as I picked up the device, revealing my ex-husband's face on the screen. Without even opening the message, I sensed it was bad news. It was one of those days when everything that could go wrong did. Waking up late, wrangling my rebellious teenage sons, and spilling coffee on my pristine white blouse just as I was about t...