Chapter 47 Christian's POV I didn't paint it. The words sat between us, heavier than anything else in that room full of her face staring back at me from every angle I'd loved. She was waiting for the rest of it, and I knew I owed her more than three words, even if I still didn't fully have the answer. I owed her more than I could ever give her. "I don't know who did," I admitted. "I found it here, tucked among the others, years ago." She studied me, waiting, and I crossed to the canvas beside her instead of answering the question I could see forming behind her eyes. "This one," I said, nodding toward a smaller painting near the window, "I painted the night you fell asleep on the library sofa. You were seventeen.” My lips pulled into a small smile. “You were reading an erotica despite Salvatore's strict warning and you fell asleep with the book on your chest." I could still see it clearly, the exact fall of lamplight across her face that night, the way I'd stood in the
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