LEAH
I carefully sat down on the floor, placed the bag close to me, and took out my sketch pad. I opened the bag and a gasp escaped out of my lips.
The paintbrush felt heavier than it should have like it was holding a secret.
My hands shook as I stared at the blank page, the thick smell of paint filling my nose as I glanced between the wall painting and my sketch pad
Damien’s voice echoed in my mind,*I want the recreation as payment.*
I had various types of paintbrushes, palette knives, canvas pencils, charcoal, spray bottles, and everything I needed in one bag.
I could create paintings for a lifetime with this much supply of instruments. My child will come and buy it.
Now I had to paint and recreate the replaced woman; she seemed like someone who liked it.
But did it matter? I jus
