Vanya POV

I sat at the beautiful wooden desk in my home office, surrounded by sketch pads, colored pencils, and jewelry design books that I had bought that morning. For the first time in five years, I was drawing again. Really drawing. Not just doodling on grocery lists or sketching ideas that I would hide from Bernard, but actually creating jewelry designs with purpose and passion.

The police investigation had turned out to be a false alarm. When I went to the station, Detective Martinez ...