(Narration) With everything going on, I was surprised I made it outside. But of course I would find myself in the art studio. The only place I felt safe.

(Narration) I felt for the brush on the table. (To Mia) I don’t even know your name and I’m about to touch your face.

(Narration) There was a push and pull deep within me as I felt her. A craving I denied. No. It was deeper. A need. Her skin seeped into a place of longing.