Chapter 80
- Chapter 80: A Canvas of Us
- Elena’s POV
- The only sound in the studio was the gentle scrape of my brush on the canvas. The vineyard was illuminated by golden light from the late afternoon sun outside, but my inner world was a riot of hues that spoke to my soul. On the canvas, swirls of dark blue and deep scarlet blended together to create the first stages of a painting that I had hesitantly named Roots of Us.