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Demi smiled. “When I get moments of calm, I paint. They’re not as much as they used to be. But I take advantage of it when I can.”

“May I look around?”

“Of course. Make it your own. It’s nice to have company here.”

Demi wandered toward a long desk.

She turned on a small lamp and sat down.

I watched her pick up a pencil.

Her right hand shook quite a bit still.

I felt for her.

Her paintings though were absolutely amazing.

They were bright, slightly abstract, and each had something of a signature from Demi.

There was always a landscape type setting and a silhouetted figure in the distance.

I looked back at Demi.

She hummed to herself.

Her hands no longer shook.

I slowly walked toward her and looked at what she was working on.

In a matter of seconds, Demi had sketched a perfect picture of her broken sunglasses.

She looked up at me. “Something about it. When things break.”

I caught myself smiling.

I had this sudden odd feeling. Like I was meant to be here.

Like this was the next part of my journey.

Demi put her pencil down. “Now, you made a comment earlier, Fiona.”

“I did?”

“You said that you used to paint. Past tense. I need to know why. Why did you stop painting? What made you stop?”

For some reason I didn’t hesitate at all to answer Demi.

“I almost got killed in a car accident and my life was never the same.”

Chapter Fourteen

RIFF

When Coach got between Remi and I, he was pissed.

It felt like a father breaking up a fight between two brothers.

A finger at each of our noses.

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