Chapter 17
"I think it looks weird." Becky placed her mug of coffee down and got up to where Emily was sitting in her class. Her class had been weirdly silent all night. It had been a couple of days since the arrest and their lives were shifting back to normal. With the finishing of the case, it was if the class had nothing left to discuss. Becky didn't mind. She could use some quiet in her class. She didn't want to be inundated with their thoughts and theories and teasing. She had been playing with a paintbrush in her right hand and she carried it when she went to lean over Emily's shoulder.
"It looks fine. I would just fix this, here," Becky said as she approached the easel. She stared at the flat landscape that she was having her class paint. Emily needed to add some green to make the
