Evelyn's POV
I sat at my father's desk with a blank sheet of paper in front of me, a pencil in my hand, and absolutely no idea where to start.
Four years away from architecture felt like a lifetime.
Vincent walked in with two cups of coffee. "How is it going?"
"It is not."
He set a cup beside me and looked at the blank page. "Having trouble starting?"
"I do not even remember how to start. What if I lost it, Dad? What if four years was too long?"
He pulled up a chair beside me. "Do you remember what I told you when you were eight years old and wanted to build a treehouse?"
"You said every great building starts with a single line."
"Exactly. So draw a single line."
I put pencil to paper and drew a straight horizontal line across the middle of the page.
"Good. Now what do you see?"
