Gemotions

The silence of her apartment felt… pregnant. After learning about the quiet Mr. Dubois's philanthropic work and secret yacht, Evelyn felt a strange sense of buoyancy. The blank canvas in the corner of her living room, usually a source of crippling self-doubt, now beckoned. She ran a hand over the rough surface, a smile playing on her lips. She began to hum, the sound filling the space, chasing away the usual anxieties. She found herself reaching for a brush and a palette, eager to begin.