I haven't felt like myself in a long time. I used to be happy. I used to love life. I used to consider myself an artist. But these days, all I do is get through the day, and I haven't touched a paintbrush in seven years.
I need something new.
Up and moving to a small coastal town in Maine is the last thing anyone expected of me, but the moment I set foot there, I instantly feel at home.
On my first night, I'm startled awake by loud crashing sounds outside, and to my rescue comes a man t...