Susan's POV
I found peace in the studio. The outside world was irrelevant to me while I was working. With ease, the brush in my hand moved across the canvas, each stroke revealing a tale that only I knew. The only sounds were the faint noise coming from the office behind me and the soft hum of the lights. This was my world, my space. A world I had created with my art.
My most recent paintings, which had won accolades all over the world, were displayed on the walls surrounding me. I was appointed artist-in-residence at David's business. I felt like I actually belonged for the first time in a long time. a location where my work was celebrated rather than just appreciated. My future and my value were no longer concerns for me. I was doing well now that I had established myself in the art w
