Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 212

Lillian glanced at her mom outside the window, then nodded without a second thought. “Okay!”

Dennis Williams’ voice was gentle. “Today, I’ll show you a new drawing technique. Let’s grab a fresh sheet of paper...”

Lillian agreed right away.

Soon, a brand-new picture began to take shape before their eyes.

This time, the little cub ditched the abstract style and went for something much more lifelike.

Dennis guided her hand, showing her every line and curve, paying attention to even the smallest details.

Meanwhile, Camila Davis had no idea she’d become the subject of the two artists inside. She was out on the patio feeding pigeons, tossing crumbs from a day-old baguette, occasionally glancing through the coffee shop’s window.

Inside, Dennis and Lillian were totally focused on their art. Every now and then, Camila caught glimpses of Dennis patiently explaining something to Lillian, his voice calm and encouraging.

Even from a distance, Camila could sense his warmth and patience. He was so good with Lillian—nothing at all like Jordan Smith, who always seemed distracted and half-hearted.

No wonder Lillian liked Dennis so much, even asking him to hang out!

Not wanting to interrupt, Camila kept playing with the pigeons, actually having a pretty good time herself.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed before Lillian burst out of the café, her eyes sparkling with excitement and two sheets of paper clutched in her hands.

She ran right up to Camila, beaming. “Mommy, look! Uncle Dennis and I drew you!”

Camila blinked in surprise and took the drawings. Sure enough, there she was!

The drawing on the left was clearly done by Lillian: the lines were a little wobbly, the shading imperfect, but it was full of feeling. It showed Camila standing in the square, surrounded by pigeons, caught mid-laugh.

She looked genuinely happy in that picture.

The drawing on the right was another story. It showed her standing by the old stone fountain, cradling a dove in her hands, her smile soft and warm. The lines and colors were so precise, so realistic, it was almost like a photograph—Dennis’ work, obviously.

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