My stomach pitches when my eyes land on the drawing. It’s a sketch. Carved in pencil, shaded with color, brimming with detail. Looking back at me is a woman with straw blonde hair, irises spun green, and a smile as bright as the summer sun. It’s me. Quiet tears manifest into a heart-rending sob as I break down, falling sideways into Ms. Katherine’s welcoming arms. Parker’s starting point is me.
