Chapter 141 Growing Distant

Most days, Leah lost herself in her sketchbooks, surrounded by fabric swatches and pinned silhouettes. Her fingers danced across the pages like they had a life of their own, sketching ideas, weaving dreams into design. She was careful not to overexert herself, just like the doctor had warned. But creating—that kept her soul alight. Martha was also by her side, and she took excellent care of Leah, making sure she ate on time, got enough rest, and didn’t lift a finger. It had practically become Martha’s life mission. Over time, Leah had become like a second daughter to her.