Chapter 40: Us“Did you always know you wanted to be an artist?” Conal questioned, raking his fingers idly through my hair.
I nodded. “Always. I drew from when I was a little girl. If my family hadn't been murdered, I probably would have gone to college eventually, studied further.”
“When this is all over, you still could,” Conal pointed out.
“By then I'm going to be a mom myself.”
Conal sipped the beer he was nursing. “Doesn't mean you can't still get a college education.”
I gazed out across the myriad of lights in the New York skyline, smiling softly to myself. “Somehow, I can't see myself doing it now.”
We were curled around each other on the chaise lounge by the tall windows and had been for hours. When Conal finished speaking with Lucas, his consciousness had been returned to my
