A year later, the studio was running.Three people had grown into ten. Fifteen thousand in startup capital had turned into three million in annual revenue.I bought my own apartment. It wasn't big. It was mine, and it was warm.I designed the interior myself. Every corner, I'd thought about.A floor-to-ceiling window in the living room. Afternoons, sunlight poured in and the entire apartment filled with it.A soft yellow lamp on the nightstand. At night, quiet, just enough light to live by.A whole kitchen. I still wasn't a good cook, but looking at the pans made me happy.The first day I moved in, I sat in the living room for a long time.Afternoon into evening. Daylight into dark.I didn't turn the lamp on. I sat on the couch and watched the lit windows across the city.I remembered, suddenly, the first weeks after I'd left the Thorne house. Sitting exactly like this in my rented studio.Back then I'd had nothing. I couldn't have pictured this.Now I had an apartment. A studio. A lif
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