I was shaking when I got to Bree in the guest bedroom. I knew it was stupid to be so afraid and nervous around Fletcher but I couldn’t help it.

Bree turned to face me when I walked inside.

“Fletcher said it was fine for us to put in a sink over there,” I said.

Bree’s face lit up. “That’s amazing. This is going to be the best art studio you’ve ever seen.”

I grinned. Just a few days before I was living in a rundown apartment with only hopes and dreams of ...