June’s POV
She looked beautiful… I was instantly captivated by her, wanting to reach through the paint of the canvas and run my fingers through her hair. Dad, why did you hide this? I knew it was probably because of what the town might have thought or said; f**k, or even the legal complications of everything. I felt slightly disheartened though that my dad had never told me.
“June… ya’ll right?” Hank had his head poking up into the attic, watching me with concern.
“Yah… I think.” I slowly stood up with the painting and carried it to the opening, holding it like it was made out of gold leaf paper; like it would crumble with the slightest breeze. Hank got out of the way as I got closer, reaching his hand up for me to hand him my treasure. I was reluctant to let it go, but reminded myself
