Daniel POV

She finds them by accident.

I'm in the kitchen making breakfast when I hear her gasp from the guest room. Then footsteps. Fast. Angry.

"What are these?" Amelia stands in the hallway holding two canvas frames. Her hands shake.

My stomach drops. The paintings. I'd stored them in the guest room closet. Forgot they were there.

"Amelia…"

"These are mine." She walks toward me. "These are the paintings I did during our marriage. The ones I threw away."

I set down the spatula. "I ...