Joshua fell silent, watching her work.
Stella began to paint the sky, blending shades of red into a brilliant canvas of color. It was the same dazzling sunset she had been painting the day he woke up.
***
From his vantage point, Leonard lowered his binoculars. Stella had been painting for over two hours, and Joshua had watched her the entire time, not looking bored for a single second. Because Stella was facing the window, Leonard couldn't see what she was painting.
"A pathetic imitation," he sneered.
He turned and saw the painting Aurora had given him lying on the table, but he felt no desire to look at it. Instead, he had a strange urge to see one of Summer's works.
He called his assistant. "When will Summer's paintings be delivered?"
There was a pause on the other end. "Mr. Lerman, it's only been a few days since she agreed. If she's painting them from scratch... it will likely take some time."
Leonard had forgotten; less than a week had passed. He had painted before and knew that a good piece could take months to complete. He didn't know what was wrong with him lately. He was constantly on edge. He had faced far worse situations in the past. His current predicament was hardly hopeless, yet he felt a strange sense of apathy, as if nothing interested him anymore.

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