I moved into a smaller apartment overlooking Puget Sound, and I returned to painting abstract seascapes that reminded me of a part of myself I had set aside.
I expanded my business into nonprofit art preservation, working with museums that needed protection for vulnerable collections.
One afternoon, Christopher sent a message.
“I’m sorry for everything, and I hope you are doing well.”
I read it carefully and then replied, “I am doing well, and I hope you learn from this.”
Because strength had never been about anger or destruction, and it had always been about preparation, clarity, and timing that allowed action to speak louder than any argument.
