Im HD positive

Previously

…With a deep breath, Sarah picked up a pencil. She didn’t know what she would draw, what colors she would choose. But for the first time since receiving the news, she felt a flicker of something akin to hope. It was a fragile thing, a whisper in the vastness of her fear, but it was there. And Sarah, like Aunt Carol before her, was determined to listen. She began to sketch, the graphite scratching softly against the paper, a small, determined sound in the quiet night.