TAYLOR

“You know you can see your mother’s works later,” Jared said. I was still hidden under the blanket, the sound of their voice drifting above me.

“Mom’s work?” She asked in a whisper, to which Jared hummed in response. “I didn’t know that Mom had any work.”

“She wanted to be an artist but had to switch.” he paused, and I tried to stop myself from gasping too loudly. “She always said she was choosing this path because she wanted to give her children the best ...