Pink and orange hues covered the sky as the sun started to appear, leaving a shimmering reflection of multicoloured clouds on the surface of the lake. Harlow adjusted the neck warmer and denim jacket that she had opted for, rather than something warmer, and pulled on her fingerless gloves. It was a cold and breezy Halloween morning and her fingers were already beginning to feel the biting chill as she dipped her brush into the paint.
She had left the house well before dawn, after giving up on sleep. Dreams of Caleb had haunted her throughout the night. Some had been extremely erotic, leaving her breathless and wet, but others had left her crying and wracked with guilt over their conversation. Her head hadn’t helped the situation, either. Each time she had turned to her left side, she had
