Chapter 32
Quinn put what she believed to be the final touch to Maya’s portrait. She would miss looking at that face, but it was time to wrap things up. It was Wednesday and Quinn still hadn’t heard from Maya. Quinn had wanted to text her, call her, or even go to her apartment and force Maya to tell her to her face that it was all over. But she had some sense left. Pushing Maya was probably not the best idea right now. And the picture she’d made for Maya might say more than all the words Quinn had ready in her head.
Quinn had made two versions of Maya’s portrait. One for the hallways at Acton, the second as a personal gift. She’d finished the official one earlier that week. She was looking at the unofficial one now. At Maya’s outstretched arm. At her smooth leg protruding from the red dr
