Chapter 72

• A M E R I C A
• "I saw you sitting in here or even standing, just seemingly getting lost in your world of painting or sketching on your drawing board and your easels and taking all inspiration from the beach. I saw a lot of colouring pencils and graphite pens and all those tools you use for painting." Harry speaks as he imagines everything he is saying while staring at the empty room.
• A smile creeps on his face before he stares down at me, "I imagined all of that the moment I first stepped in this room. I saw you there." He points a spot near the glass window as we stare at it.