Sarah Illustrates Jack -

“Keep it?” he asks.

Jack enters the room midway through a stretch of late afternoon light, dripping rain from his sleeves. He sees the portrait on the easel and freezes the way a person freezes when a private thing is unexpectedly witnessed. “You drew me,” he says. sarah illustrates jack

Jack appears differently each time she draws him. Today he’s younger—an easy laugh tucked in the corners of his mouth—and his eyes, when she shades them, hold something like a map: routes she doesn’t know but wants to follow. She adds a smudge for a scar along his temple, a detail she remembers from a story he told once about falling off a roof as a child. In ink, memory becomes shape. “Keep it