The room was dark, but there was enough light from the window to see her way around. “Mark?” Mara called. She walked through the den, stopping to admire the many sketches posted to the wall. Most were of Meg, but there were quite a few of other people, as well. She saw some of David and Nicole and even one of her and Billy. It was encouraging to see Mark was sketching again – Meghan was a good influence on him. Lifting up the corner of the picture frame nearest her, she examined the sketch closely. Billy was standing to her back, with his arms wrapped around her. She was gazing up at the night sky, but Billy"s eyes were focused on her. She touched the picture, tracing the lines with her finger, entranced by the look on Billy"s face. From the flowers in the background she could tell it was
