Blue feelings

Lilian POV

The constant sound of the sewing machine was something that gave me peace. Each time the needle pierced the fabric, I felt like I was slowly stitching together the broken pieces of my life. Since I was able to rent the studio with the compensation money, I dedicated myself entirely to this project. It was my refuge, my escape from the chaos that had become my life recently.

Being there, among the fabrics, needles and threads, gave me a sense of purpose. I knew that if I could make the studio work, I would be able to give my children a new life. We could leave Jensen's mansion and build something of our own. A small but welcoming home, far from the wounds of the past.

That night, I was particularly tired. I had spent hours working on a collection of dresses, and the day seemed to have no end. When I looked at the clock, I realized it was after eight, and, as usual, Jensen was outside waiting for me. It was like this every night since I opened the studio. He would arrive with