Demien’s POV
The car was silent as I drove us back home. Greta hasn't said a word to me since she came out of my workstation. She simply sat in the display studio or stood up once in a while to look at paintings as I attended to art enthusiasts who came in.
There was an unusual influx of people that day. A school even brought its students to my studio. I had to concentrate, smile, and even sign autographs while my mind and senses were on Greta.
I had to take a quick break from sales to order food for her. I told her to go into my office and eat. Her expression was unreadable, so I didn't know if she was angry, scared, or confused.
I stopped the car in front of the house and decided to address the elephant in the room before we got into the house.
“Greta, I am sorry for what happene
