The Uninvited Guest

~VALERIE’S POV~

Paint clung to my fingernails as I stepped out of my art room. The smell of turpentine followed me into the hallway. My baggy jeans hung loose on my growing belly.

Paint stains covered my old t-shirt like a rainbow explosion.

Red. Blue. Yellow. Green.

I touched my messy hair buns. Donovan always said I looked beautiful when I painted. Wild and free.

The mansion felt too quiet. Leo