Chapter 4

Through a connection from back home, I landed an assistant position at a small design firm.

Every day was nothing but grunt work. I organized blueprints, ran errands to the print shop, and grabbed coffee for the team, and most nights I didn't make it home until the streetlights were the only company I had on the walk back.

After Ethan fell asleep, I would hunch over the tiny desk beside the bed and sketch. The lamp barely gave off any light, but it was enough to trace the lines on the page.

All that talent the Blackwell family had…