“What do you think?” I asked Daniel, showing him the portrait I had painted of him and his wife. Painting people wasn’t my favorite, nor was it what I was best at, but he had wanted to do something special for their anniversary, and he had asked me if I could help out. I had just been glad that he and Lucas were treating me like their friend again. It had been two weeks since I went to the police and things had settled into a weird routine in which Lucas, Daniel and Don treated me with kindness, while Kingsley, Whitney and the rest of the staff continued to resent me.
“That’s great, Grace,” he enthused, taking it from me and looking it over. “It’s so different to what I had imagined, but it really works.”
I had painted the picture he had given me, with the two of them kissing on their
