KENNEDY
AFTER the encounter with Natalie, I couldn't shake off the feeling of discomfort that lingered within me. Her words had struck a nerve, and I couldn't help but replay the conversation over and over in my head. As much as I tried to push it aside, it kept creeping back into my thoughts.
I walked through the door of our house and slumped down onto the couch, letting out a deep sigh. My conversation with Natalie had left me feeling unsettled and I couldn't shake it off. Despite my best efforts, her words continued to nag at me.
I knew I needed a distraction, something to take my mind off of everything. So, I headed towards my workshop, where my latest painting sat unfinished on an easel. As I picked up my brush and started to add more detail to the canvas, I tried to lose myself in
