Dave came into the living room, devastation coating him. He looked at me behind his glasses. “Beau, you need to see this.” I moved, my footfalls echoing through the living room as the cowboys behind me fell silent. “What is it?” I demanded lowly. Dave looked gutted, his cheeks shining with leftover tears. “She won’t leave her art room.” I bit down, grinding my teeth as looked down the hall, my eyes focusing on the small doorway at the end on the left. When I was here the other night, it was only shut door in her house. I didn’t bother going in there to grab anything, knowing what sat inside.
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