Chapter 6

The next morning, I dragged myself downstairs with dark circles under my eyes.

I barely slept last night, memorizing the titles and artists of all the art books in Morton's collection, and cramming some famous painters' biographies and anecdotes.

It was just scratching the surface, but at least I could bluff my way through.

Zelda and Aurora were already sitting at the dining table.

"Tasha, did you sleep well last night?" Zelda called me over.

"I slept fine, Mrs. Parker. It's just... I miss Morton a little," I said, lowering my head with just the right amount of sadness in…