Chapter 14 A Burden

• MERA
• I stepped out into the hallway, but I had no idea which side the kitchen was on. I was exhausted when we arrived in New York from France, so Camila took me straight to my room to rest. I headed to the staircase at the end of the hallway. The place was stunning, with a modern, elegant design that exuded wealth. Just how wealthy were they? I wondered if Camila and her brother were staying together or just Camila.
• As I walked past the beautiful paintings on the wall, I let out a gasp and lightly brushed my fingers against each one, taking care not to damage them. I was an artist myself, and painting had always served as a form of therapy for me. It transported me to a beautiful world free of loneliness and pain. A world in which my dreams could be realized by simply reaching out and touching them with my hand.