Chapter 3

When I got home, the place was spotless.

My eyes were instantly drawn to the brand-new easel in the studio.

"When did you get a new easel?" I asked.

Andrew froze for a second, then tried to play it cool as he explained, "I accidentally broke the old one a few days ago, so I got a new one. Pretty good taste, huh?"

I didn't say anything.

It was clear this wasn't his choice.

Andrew never gave a damn about anything except his art stuff.

There were strangers living in our home. I didn't dare imagine how the easel got…