The Painter's Unending Haunt

y hands broken. He did it s

ad lost my mind, that my art had consu

lled the Creative Rehabilitation Center.

Noah was lying, that

w, Sarah, just

s best. You've been so unstable, chasing t

ok at me. Her voic

han. The bills, the uncertainty. Yo

ent me

p me. They starved me. They beat

a cold flo

ectator to the life th

t' s a celebration of his recent success, a gallery opening that

f the high ceiling

to her friend, not bothering to keep her voice down. "Apparently,

via is so much better off with Noah looking aft

. They are just noise, like th

aise. He's wearing a tailored suit, looking every bit th

s, shaking his hand. "Your vision is unparall

a picture of

to support

l in a dark blue dress, but there's a shadow in her eyes. She keeps glanci

t smiled

er. He was the one who drove me to the center. He was the

heard from the center today. Ethan is... adjusting. He's sti

I' ve been de

s slump in what l

herself than to Mark. "Once he lets go of that stub

giv

spectral form. She' ll forgive me. F

use my stolen art paid for, listening to the lies o