Book Chapter11.

I rented a place and started painting on the streets.

Thanks to my grandmother's influence, I was quite good at it.

Every day, I'd sit by the riverbank, listening to music and painting.

It was truly relaxing and liberating.

I had come to realize that belonging doesn't necessarily mean marriage.

I am my own sense of belonging.

During my first week in England, I met a painting partner.

He was an Italian named Luca Romano, handsome and three years older than

me.

He claimed to be an artist who had traveled across the country to paint.

He found this lifestyle very free and unrestrained.

He admired my work and we had great conversations.

spending our days painting together and visiting

week, Ryan

eyes were red, and he stood not far off, watching

had told me that shortly after I left, Ryan had practically scoured the entire city to find

had been searching

didn't even care about

he couldn't

walked over step by

you

voice was trembling; I had never seen him

felt oddly satisfying, after all,

one who

who venet

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you want Lana, I've cleared the

it really wasn't like that with

pregnant; she was lying

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still proves you had a relationship with

I yelled.

turned to

at my

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