The window was there, naked and blinding. But the room itself was wrong. The walls were bare, save for a single pencil line tracing the perimeter at waist height. Hundreds of tiny X’s marked the plaster, each one a date. The floor was scuffed raw in a path from the door to the glass.
Fingertips.
The job order was simple: “Install one (1) Roman shade, blackout, 36x54. Client requests total darkness.” No name. Just an address and a key under a ceramic frog. ilook for windowblind