ith her gentle spirit and unwavering faith, saw through the facade of strength that Jane had meticulously cons

pend hours in the park, surrounded by the symphony of birdsong and the caress of the wind. As Jane

ant heart, Jane picked up a brush. As colors began to flow onto the canvas, so did the emotions that had been bot

art, a place she had desperately tried to avoid. With Eleanor's support, Jane began to con