Bryant picks me up the next morning in an SUV with tinted windows.

I step out of my studio and he's there. Waiting.

It's not raining like it was yesterday when he left. The world is bathed in sunshine and there's a new texture to the air. It's easier to breathe, hold life in my lungs. I didn't realize I was so lonely before. I had my dollhouses and my inner monologue and I didn't need a single other thing, but when Bryant's body joined with mine yesterday, I was home.

And I have no idea what ...