s of blood, sweat, and paint
y gallery after a fire, seized my most personal masterpiece, "Echoes of t
pped me, then threatened to ruin my parents' small
The humiliation burne
g an injury on Scarlett and forced me to crawl on the freezing city streets, searching for a phantom earring, while str
to a balcony ledge, demanding I prove my love
ds echoed: "You' ve lost the baby." Li
ified in my soul. I would disappear. I would die