I let her lead me to her room, her hands in a tight grip with me, as if afraid I would run away. I didn’t know why, but I held my breath as the door opened.
And a startled gasp left my lips as I took a step in. I didn’t know what I was expecting, but certainly not this.
Lucan had vowed to live a life of no color, but his mother was the complete opposite. She seemed to have sucked all the color out of Lucan’s life, and it was displayed in hers in bold flashes.
The bright pink sofa with a deep sunken middle that seemed to be well used, the white room with several paintings on it. The navy blue curtains that covered the windows and the deep green beddings.
Picture frames, both small and large, decorated every inch of the wall, and I was drawn to it like an invisible magnetic force was pul
