WE FIGHT AS ONE
en Con
ment. He began to notice little things about her – the way she smiled to herself when
nner, Reg approached her. "Maria, can I ask yo
im, her eyes wary. "Of
a's. "What drives you to cr
er was an artist," Maria said, her voice filled with emotion. "She taught me how to paint and draw when I was just
ith her art. "I'm sorry about your mother," he said, his voice genuine. "
each other, the air thick with emotion. Reg felt a spark of co
o know more about Maria, to understand what made her tick. He wante
looked away, her cheeks flushing with color. "Thank you,
come, Maria," he said, his voice a little softer
but wonder what other secrets she might