The Painter's Unending Haunt

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ht thing. Ethan was tearing you apart. He was selfish, alway

ited front of lies a

lieve them. The alternative, that she sent her husban

er voice weak. "I'm just...

insists, stroking her hair

ory of a feeling, rolls

g to my room at the center. I hadn't eaten in thr

d, not a trace of pity in his eyes. "He said if you want to eat, you have t

pen," I croake

"Guess you'll b

emember hearing him on the phone wit

ou have to take away his art. Not just his reputatio

joke. I never imagined t

men who smelled of cheap cigarettes and

a soundproofed ro

n," one of them grunted, twisting my arm beh

hands flat on

. Miller," the other one said,

d. No one

y right hand. The pain was white-hot, e

r, cradling my ruined hands,

said. "You're alrea

burning with fever. I begged for a docto

ss," a nurse told me, her face impas

s lying on the concrete floor, too weak to move. I thought of Olivia. I thought of her

ere was

erself. She's standing by Noah's side, a

er voice regaining some of its strength. "He can ha

g down his temple. He knows what happened. He knows

y gaze and flinches,

Does he know that his

lt since I died, solidifies within

uth has a way of coming to ligh