Chapter 61

Paintings with different themes were hung on the walls and Adam led me in deeper into the small room, taking a painting of a boat stuck in a storm in the middle of the open sea off the wall and settled it down carefully on the floor beside his feet. “This was my mom’s studio. She had a passion for painting and used to spend majority of her time in here before she fell sick,” he croaked. He cleared his throat but didn’t bother saying anything else. It was the first words that he had...