like im lost and cant be

The woman was odd, to be certain. But her skills were incomparable, verging on pure theoretical fantasies brought to life – the things that Abby and Erin had only imagined, things they had not even begun to think about imagining – Holtzmann created them. Her workshop in the firehouse was a mess of wires, metals, and a slight whiff of something burning. But it was Erin’s favorite place to go when things were not going correctly.