Chapter 15: Her Painting

My eyes suddenly shot open taking in my surroundings, it was dark but I immediately recognized who's room I was in. Hudson wasn't sleeping next to me, he actually was nowhere to be found inside the room. I sat and switched the light on, it was still night time judging by the dark sky. I grabbed his white shirt off the couch and slowly exited the room.

I tipped toed carefully trying my best to avoid making to much noise, there was a spark of light the art room. I caught Hudson sitting in a chair facing a huge piece of art, his finger sat right above his chin. The painting was beautiful, harsh lines of orange and white, this painting definitely had some sort of meaning for him.

I making my presence known.

His eyes are too focused on the painting to even spare me a glance, I stepped closer to him. "It was the last painting she made before she died." He whispers, my shoulders tensed when I processed he was talking about his ex wife, the one that got away. It sounded like he was finally go