Chapter 80 Keep Going

• “Do you think they’ll understand it?” Victoria asked, staring at the canvas in front of her, her eyes focused but distant. The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the studio lights and the occasional sound of her brush swishing across the surface.
• Sophie stood nearby, watching her work, her arms crossed. “They’ll get it. But it’s more about what you feel when you look at it, right?”
• Victoria dipped her brush in a dark shade of blue, the color spreading across the canvas in slow, deliberate strokes. “I guess.” She paused, looking at the abstract shapes she had painted over the past few days. “It’s just… hard. Every time I step back, I feel like it’s missing something. Like it’s incomplete, just like me.”