Camille POV
"The painting is making us drift apart," I explained to Axel and he nodded In response while staring at the painting that was changed by an estranged woman in the past. We had gone to the office the following day after getting the letter from the past. At first, Axel didn't want us to go but when I told him that we've been away for so long, he agreed without arguing any further.
And when we arrived at the Gallery, I took him to my studio and showed him the painting of his wolf and myself.
"I don't know what message the painting is trying to show anyways," I told him and he nodded without replying again. I nudged him on the shoulder and she turned to look at me. "Can you speak with words rather than nodding like a lizard," I frowned.
Axel laughed and stood up from my chair
