Everything We Left Behind (Everything, #2)

by Kerry Lonsdale

Forget the tequila. I needed to paint.

The hunger inside him—that drive to create, to share his interpretation of the world—is gone.

designed. he had

But sometimes, the best gifts in life

are those we didn’t know we needed.”

This was a moment for raw emotion, where the need to take transcended the desire to give.

feeling. The glide of paint across canvas, the pungent scent of solvents, and the scratch of the palette knife through pigment. They lured me back to the studio like the scent of a woman in my bed.