A Bed of His Making

and thanks to her, I could mo

figured out the routine of the

e savings accumulated from Silas's support over the years, I w

dy to help consign some of

idden in those paintings, and I

anned to leave, Kaitlin

the mansion, she headed st

her, "Mr. Hudson doesn'

o had followed her up, "Oh? Is there

ing off the butler impatiently and

ng on the wall when I turned to find

ossed and a confident stride, castin

s, though her eyes were coldly fixed on me, t

mering, "Sandy isn't

ated over the past few months, during which

e doves symbolizing happiness singing..." He just joked with me

pt these and even had Wi

ddenly bit her lip and gave one a kick. "Just burn them! If t

out people comparing these wi

out instinctively to

seconds before calling the butler

shed a tear even when I knew what he was plan

solute when he met Kaitlin's m

y paintings were piled toget

nd popped, casting

memories flashing through my

as lighting up the night sky. Someone urgently dragged me away, muf

.

inted car window rolled down slightly. Charlie lo

y people said so. They secretl

consigned paintings at the gallery. Perhaps because

om the same painter and he wanted to know who that was. Then he tracked the painter to

rance, trying to confirm if he had s

ttered in confusion, "

Silas walked out together

d down at a blurred figure on his phone screen

t her aft