Riley's POV
I sat in the comfort of my room, the afternoon sun spilling through the window as I dipped my brush into the soft blue paint. The colors felt warm in my hand, and for a while, I let the silence of the room carry me away. Norman had left early for one of his many business meetings. He didn’t say when he’d be back, just that it could take a while.
I tried not to feel lonely, but I couldn't avoid it. The house felt too boring, too quiet without him. I needed to get something to while away time, else I might just die from the whole boredom. The only thing I could do now to pass the time and calm my thoughts was paint. All thanks to Norman's busy schedule, I had taken a liking to painting for a while now. It had become my escape. For me, it was a place where nothing could go wrong
