Chapter Twenty Three
LUCAS' art room was just an empty spare bedroom. Whenever he'd have time, he would paint, finding it really relaxing. After each painting, he'd show Ava first - her being the only one to ever see his work and the only one with an opinion that mattered to him.
As Ava sat on the comfy little sofa, she looked at the one displayed on the wall. It was a painting of her, sitting on their tree, reading a book. She didn't understand why he always painted her but she loved the paintings nevertheless. If he wanted, he could be a professional but Lucas felt his work was more of a private thing.
It was peaceful in the room so she stayed in there. She and Lucas had gone to back to school as they, she more than him, wanted normality back in their lives. Jackson asked many questio
