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to suppress her laughter at the fact that she was staring at a rough representation of her work. Although the fact that the hand was obviously immature, she could see so much of herself in it. If she had an eye problem or maybe needed glasses, she would think that it was her own work. “Wow!” she breathed, realizing as the words came out of her mouth that she was being totally genuine. “Who is it?” she asked. Although she could tell it was a face, a male face, recognition was obviously out of the question.
     
    “It's Doctor Chase!” she exclaimed.
     
    Jackie's eyes went wide. Even her daughter couldn't get her mind off of him. “Honey, why did you draw him?” she asked, trying her best not to sound negative.
     
    Laila shrugged, and then averted her gaze as if she couldn't believe she had said anything. “Because he saved me... I guess...” her voice trailed off at the end.
     
    Jackie sucked in a deep breath and turned away from her. Jesus, even she was completely smitten by him. It was like all the signs; all the roads led to him and she was just the last one in the party to get on the wagon. “My baby, he just patched up your knee. He didn't save your life,” she replied in a dry voice.
     
    As Laila's eyes went wide, her intuition, always years and years beyond her, told her that she had said something upsetting. But she just shook her head and snatched the canvas back. “You just don't like it!” she cried.
     
    But Jackie knew that she was just embarrassed, and annoyed that Jackie hadn't hailed her art a masterpiece. “It's completely fine, Laila. I'll put it up, I promise,” she replied as she picked it back up.
     
    Laila opened her mouth to say something else, but someone buzzed from downstairs. Jackie froze, her eyes wide and her heart fluttering. For a moment she thought it might have actually been that doctor ... but that thought passed by the time her daughter jumped up and scurried towards the door. “It's Aunty Victoria!!!” she screamed.
     
    Jackie released a deep breath, growing lightheaded after that minor, wild, impossible scare wore off. “I can't believe I actually thought...” she murmured, but the sound of Laila trying to open her roof door knocked her out of her mental escape.
     
    She helped her daughter down, and in the next five minutes, Victoria was knocking on her door. She swung it open to find her friend, big blonde hair and all, standing on the other side of her threshold. “I can't believe you still live in Brooklyn,” she muttered in a dry voice as she pushed her way into the house.
     
    Jackie rolled her eyes. “Oh calm down. The Upper East Side is so quiet you can hear a pin drop. Plus Brooklyn will always be home to New York's greatest artists,” she replied as she followed her into her own house.
     
    Victoria dropped a bag onto the table and placed the coffee tumbler she had in her hand on the kitchen table. “What's all of this?” Jackie asked, picking up the warm tumbler.
     
    Victoria shrugged, taking off her jean jacket and putting it on their dining room chair. She opened her mouth to respond, but just as words were about to come out of her mouth, Laila came running out towards them. “Tori!!” she screeched, charging right at Victoria.
     
    Victoria squatted in front of her, holding her arms out in anticipation.
     
    Jackie jumped out of the way as Laila bounded into her arms and Victoria swooped her up. She raised an eyebrow at the sight of her best friend see-sawing her daughter up and down and was overwhelmed with the feeling that nothing had changed. “You're spoiling my daughter lifting her up like that,” Jackie muttered.
     
    Victoria giggled as she put Laila down. “I just made a painting!” she yelled excitedly.
     
    Victoria's eyes went wide. “Oh you did?” she replied, hamming up her own excitement. “Well, go get it! Let me see it!” Laila nodded excitedly, and then ran back into the studio.
     
    Once Laila had disappeared