ANDREA’S POV
The water in the deep utility sink ran completely cold directly over my hands.
Scrubbing aggressively at the stiff bristles of my favorite wide brush, watching the thick cloud of blue paint swirl rapidly down the drain was oddly mesmerizing. Being a highly stubborn shade of ultramarine that aggressively stained absolutely everything it touched meant my fingers were already dyed a faint, lingering blue. Knowing that the stain perfectly matched the distinct smear currently resting directly on my left cheek was an accepted hazard of the job.
"Mommy, the fort is collapsing!" a small voice announced loudly from directly under the wooden worktable.
Looking quickly down revealed Mia sitting completely cross-legged directly on the canvas drop cloth. Being surrounded by soft pillow
