ANDREA'S POV
"Overcast," Edward repeated, the word rolling around in his mouth like a bitter olive.
He didn't look convinced. He looked like a prosecutor who had just found a hole in a witness's testimony.
"Is that so? My logs from the shipping company indicate there were high winds and scattered showers. Hardly ideal sketching weather."
My heart was hammering against my ribs, but I forced my hands to remain still in my lap. I thought back to every Sunday I had spent in the park. I went there every week, regardless of the weather, because it was the only place in the city where I could breathe for free.
"It was windy," I said, my voice gaining strength. "And the air was damp, which makes the charcoal adhere differently to the paper. But it wasn't raining. The sky was a flat, slate g
