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 explained that they had received anonymous tips about my finances, but after my longtime friend Marcus provided them with legal documentation showing my financial status was legitimate, they quickly determined that all the accusations were baseless. They even apologized for the inconvenience and suggest
