The heavy feeling of silence swallowed me whole.

There was something about an empty house that helped me focus. Even the unfinished room couldn’t beat the feeling of being alone while trying to create.

I stepped back from the canvas and stared at Fletcher’s dark eyes. My painting had been on a short hiatus due to the overwhelming feeling of my sister ghosting me. Now, after the night before, I’d felt so happy that I couldn’t stop myself from feeling unbreakable.

I ...