"That's my best friend back home. For some reason, I can't get this image of her out of my head. It's driving me nuts." Lia rolled her shoulders and cracked her knuckles, trying to shake off the fact that she was repeatedly drawing her best friend and her in the park. "And what painful memories I let out, I end up crumpling up or burning in my sink." More than one sketch of Alex had ended up in ashes. "Think that's normal?"