Lincoln was sat in his art room painting a new piece for the Senator's new mansion. He was only wearing some sweatpants and his chest was bare, few dots of paint splattered all over it.
His hands were covered in different colors of paint as he didn't feel like using brushes for this particular work. His brows were furrowed as he concentrated on the lines and dimensions being drawn on the giant canvas.
But his mind was elsewhere. Swirling into a puddle of guilt and fear. Going so deep that he might drown if he doesn't snap back to reality soon enough.
Yesterday was a disaster. What was supposed to be Abby's perfect day turned into an altercation with his demons and he hated himself for hurting Sabrina.
Lucky for him Abby wasn't a curious little. She kept her silence on the whole matter
