Alessia gave York a gentle pat on the shoulder–a subtle reminder that sometimes, only children can get away with bending the rules.

York was quick to catch her meaning. Without hesitation, he grabbed Ivan’s hand and, taking long strides, led him straight up onto the stage.

Ivan, a little stunned by the sudden attention, simply let himself be pulled along. The rest of the crowd watched the scene unfold with warm smiles, amused by the boys‘ camaraderie.

Onstage, Ivan looked out of place and nervous, but York took the microphone Eddie handed him without missing a beat.

“Hello, everyone. I’m not Ivan–I’m York,” he announced with a grin.

The two boys, both fair and charming, were already winning hearts. And after the rather tense atmosphere Tammie had created earlier, their presence was a welcome relief.

“The real Ivan is right here next to me,” York continued, nudging his friend forward. “He’s an artist–sensitive souls, you know how it is.”

His words drew laughter from the audience, helping to break the tension and ease the nerves in the room.

Some things, she knew, only a child could say without offending anyone. To those watching, it was simply an older brother protecting

hearts.

to the hem of York’s

Alessia led the applause, and everyone joined in, their

Ivan’s level, his tone gentle. “Can you tell us

began quietly. “The hand keeps squeezing a heart, so I used red and black to show pain and pressure. But there’s a touch of yellow on the heart, because

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a sense of distortion and unease. Only near the heart was there a small patch of clear,

by the desire to protect what mattered, it fought silently

stage, people nodded in understanding. Even Dale Reeves, usually so reserved, was clapping

Dale Reeves

his age. For my next international exhibition,

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