Sammi POV
I left Grayson in his office out of sorts after what I did. Sneaking through the house, I went to the room and unlocked it. I don’t want to be swinging on the Aeriel hoop when they find me, so I sit at the desk—something I haven’t done since my parents died.
While I may not have used this room since my mother died, I’ve continued to draw throughout my education. My hand shakes as I reach for the pencil, and I don’t understand why, as I’m not actually doing it properly. Once I have the pen, I begin to move it across the paper. My eyes flicker across the room to where my mother would usually be sitting.
I don’t like being in this room, not doing this anyway. It feels like part of me is missing. I focus on drawing and find myself getting lost in it. The door opens, and I look u
