They stand together, looking at ink and paper, at the person she made by deciding what to include and what to leave out. Outside, the rain slows, then stops. Inside, the studio smells faintly of pencil shavings and wet wool. Jack touches the edge of the easel and leaves a fingertip smudge on the margin—a real, accidental mark.

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