But lately, Sarah had started a secret folder on her desktop titled The Blue Line .
Sarah squinted, tilting her head. Her pencil moved in short, hesitant strokes around his jaw—too sharp in the first attempt, so she smudged it softer with her thumb. Jack’s left eye was slightly lower than his right; she captured that asymmetry, then erased and redrew it twice until the quiet sadness in it felt real. sarah illustrates jack