Two weeks later
The flowers had started to fully bloom and every inch of the property smelled flowery, fruity, sweet and fresh. Yesterday, she sat in the garden with her canvas set up on the easel, painting and painting for hours, she painted the flowers and the butterflies and the horizon. She marvelled at how peaceful it felt to paint out here in the open, surrounded by all the greenery, away from all the noise of the city.
She hadn’t seen Wade since the night they arrived at the mansion, Martha said he left in the early hours of the morning, and no one had seen him since. She tried to call, but all her calls and messages were ignored or sent straight to voicemail. She tried to fight back the ache she felt in her chest, because it just didn’t make sense. She should be happy that he was
