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  toss my keys on the kitchen island as I come home. I smell paint, and it’s been growing more intense no matter how many windows I open. Eliza has started painting all the

time, and I’m starting to get concerned.

After an entire week indoors, she’s painted anything and everything in the penthouse, including the toilet. I’ve been in and out often, but my concerns about Vanya keeps me from taking her with me on my trips.

I hate to see her get like this, but her safety is more important than anything else.

Luckily, I have some very good news that should cheer her up considerable.

“Hey, sunshine, what are you painting today?” I’ve taken to calling her sunshine because her hair looks so bright and golden when she’s standing by the window painting. She lights up the whole room.

Eliza peeks out from behind her canvas, a slight frown on her face and a paintbrush in her hand. “I’m trying to get the deta