The Billionaire's Doll Walks Away Forever

familiar scent of turpentine and oil paint filled her lungs, a stark contrast to the sterile, expe

om, her fingers tracing the outline of an unfinished landscape. She had not touched a

hing the city lights outside her window slowly fade as dawn broke. The decision sh

re closing in. She changed out of her silk robe and into a simple pair of jeans and a cashmere sweater, forgoing the designer clo

sh. She pulled a pair of dark sunglasses from her purse and slid them over her

the only sound in her ears. *Find something that brings you peace,* Dr. Hanson's voice echoed in her memory from l

glass windows of Galerie Glass took up the

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side. The air conditioning cooled the sweat on the

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