The sketching room was quiet when Tab arrived the following morning. It was only half-full, as these sessions weren’t mandatory unless it was your turn to show Yvonne your progress, but that wasn’t why the quiet was so strange.
It was because Maxi was there, and it was quiet.
“What’s up?” Tab asked lowly as he took up the drawing board beside hers and unrolled his paper, clipping it into place with loud snaps.
She shook her head. She looked morose, her eyes rimmed in red that was natural for once, and her entire posture screaming despondency, from the slouch in her shoulders to the limp grip she had on her pencil. She had decided eventually on the elegant black-and-white approach, the entire portrait being drawn in little, stunted flicks as opposed to long and continuous lines. Tab coul
