Chapter 67

The memories of her lost sketchbook haunted her. Each sketch in that book was a piece of her heart, and the loss felt like a wound that wouldn't heal.

Ryan, on the other hand, was grappling with his own thoughts. He had been harsh with Iris, and the guilt gnawed at him.

He couldn't shake off the feeling that he was missing something important. The tension between them was palpable, and he knew it wasn't just about the lost sketchbook.

As Iris was working late into the night, Ryan approached her room again. He stood outside the door, listening to the sound of her pencil scratching against the paper.

He felt a pang of regret but didn't know how to bridge the gap that had formed between them. After a while, he turned and walked away, leaving Iris alone with her thoughts.

Iris sat on her bed, her phone in hand as she scrolled through her contacts. She needed to talk to someone, and there was only one person she could think of who would understand everything she was going through, She di