In one terrible moment, my dream was snatched away from me.
After years of hard work, I was finally living my dream.
It seemed so perfect—opening my own studio in Sleepy Hollow, making a living off my art, and enjoying the quiet peace of small-town life.
Or so I thought.
But it only took a few minutes for everything to fall apart.
The place I thought would be my sanctuary turned into the scene of a nightmare. My studio broken into, destroyed, and I was caught in the middle of it. And the one responsible showed me no mercy.
Now I’m hurt. Scared. Alone. And I don’t know if I’ll ever paint again.
The last thing I was looking for was a relationship.
I’d already been burned once, and I wasn’t looking to risk my heart again.
