Chapter 47 Bump In The Night
- This time, I knock. Neil’s voice invites me in and I open the door. He’s alone in his room, standing at an easel with his hands on his hips. His brows are furrowed in thought. They immediately relax as they see me.
- I smile gently. “That’s pretty,” I say of the painting.
- Neil looks back at it and shrugs. “Needs work,” he says. He looks to me. “Can I help you?”