't sleep

her easel in the corner of the studio. A blank canvas stared back at her, daring her to put it all d

embled too much

n rain and wearing the same eye

o steady her breath, but memories came cr

years

Maya remembered the sound of the flames before she saw them

er, swearing he could save him. And s

e roof

morning, Damien was gone. No note. No c

er, she found out

d down May

e painting again-still blank. Maybe s

oft footsteps padded into the studio

he mumble

rms and pulled h

ream?" she

ng a big heart. And that t

osed he

didn't know if Damien had come to stay, t

thing wa

sn't finish

ither