Alex' POV
The Cab driver I had taken from the airport drove me towards the house. On the day I was leaving, if I was told that I would come back soon with a jovial smile on my face, happy to see the mansion again, I would have called it a lie.
But there I was, smiling from ear to ear, looking at the house I had run away from.
On my way here, there were times I wanted to turn back, to go for a much easier and simpler life. But it seemed neither of those were in the cards for me. My life had been programmed to be chaotic and I needed to face it head-on.
I got through the gate, and the first person I saw was Richard. He was standing before a canvas, painting a portrait of the sky on it.
I always loved watching him paint, he looked so peaceful while doing it. He had always been passi
