About:   Mira was talented from the beginning.  As a child she could pick up a crayon, later a pencil or pastels and create a personal masterpiece.  A great eye combined with a steady hand and her canvases would come alive.  The creativity flowed like music.
Her promising art career took a nosedive when her mother chose to trade her father in for a new boytoy. Her mother’s actions destroyed the family but Mira was strong… for awhile.  She did what she could to help her little brother.  Mom pretty much ditched them, Dad did his best but it wouldn’t be enough.
Then, in what seemed like slow motion, she snapped.
She took it hard. Her art got dark. It got angry. It was no longer alive.  It was something very different indeed.  The damage, the pressure, everyone was a critic. She boiled over.
She cut up more than her canvas.
Her physical recovery was quick. She was smart and strong.  The emotional recovery would take far longer.

Author's Notes:  There is a scene in this book where I had Rihanna's Kiss It Better, playing on repeat for about an hour. See if you can guess where...   There's so much about this one that comes from my real life. The art class settings and the naked walk-arounds were a real thing. I really think that an artist harnesses magic, both their own and maybe from elsewhere too to create.

 I think I know Mira a little too well and I was sad when this finished up.

I don't think I'm done with her character.