Chapter 7
In the two weeks since Mom's death, I had learned one thing—how to completely kill my own heart.
In the basement studio, dim light cast shadows on my gaunt silhouette. I sat in that familiar wooden chair, my paintbrush moving mechanically across the canvas with the precision of a programmed robot.
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1. Chapter 1
2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4
5. Chapter 5
6. Chapter 6
7. Chapter 7
8. Chapter 8
9. Chapter 9
10. Chapter 10
11. Chapter 11
12. Chapter 12
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