Chapter 12 The Painting Incident
- Naomi's POV
- With the exception of my brush's gentle rasp across the canvas, the studio was silent. Bold and forceful, the colors swirled together in violent, chaotic strokes of black and red. Every movement of my hand served as a release and a conduit for the feelings churning within me.
- But the harsh, deliberate tap on the door broke the haven I had found in my work.