Chapter 103: Feeling Like An Intruder

Sloane

He closed the door behind me and pulled me by the wrist to get me right in the middle of the room so I could see at all angles.

Every wall was covered with paintings of Kaelen’s mother. In each one, she had different expressions to capture different moods. There were so many variations, but it was all her.

Some of the paintings even felt like actual photographs of her.

I froze, barely able