#Chapter 34

Evelyn

My mother had a love for art. She loved colors and designs more than anything in the world. It was her one true passion, however, she left it behind to get a good job after my grandparents pressured her. But the talent didn't leave her body. It swam in her veins and no one could take it away from her.

Luckily she passed it down to me. I felt like we shared a connection that even the unknown world couldn't break. She wasn't alive, but she lived through me. And somehow that was enough.

When I was young, Mom made Michael and I paint our house with...