Chase Dalton seemed to be really mad at her right now. Lola sighed as she went back to her room. When she finally went back to her room, she examined the pile of paper again, finding them to be a pile of paintings.
Someone drew a girl on it… Did Chase draw these? Was this one of his hobbies?
But wait… This girl looked so familiar…
Lola kept her composure as she examined the first two paintings. But her eyes went wild as she saw the third one. In the third painting, the girl was biting into a boy's shoulder, her hand holding a water gun.
Her eyes were covered by tears when she looked through all the paintings. All the old memories flooded in.
Could Chase be…
No… It couldn’t be that coincidental…
He couldn't be that boy…
The Rosey Court, the garland, the flower before her tomb
