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.

closer, spending our days painting

a week, Ryan found

and he stood not far off,

told me that shortly after I left, Ryan

had been searching and asking around

didn't even care about Lana

loved he couldn't let go

walked over step by

you

I had never seen

oddly satisfying, after all,

who

who venet

swnov

you want Lana, I've

really wasn't like that

pregnant; she was lying

swnove

had

I yelled.

turned to look

at my

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