Chapter 22. Moving Forward

"My God Brenton, what did you do?" I was opening the door for him, as he was insisting on carrying our bags.

His studio was all messed up. Canvases scattered here and there. Paints and brushes were everywhere. My goodness, he had a fallout too, it was all because of me. I looked at him, and he just shrugged.

I hugged him and rested my head on his chest. "I'm so sorry baby, I didn't know I hurt you too."

"I'm good now, let's just move on okay? I'm gonna tidy this up. Trisha is going to come here this afternoon and take all the paintings to her gallery. She's been hounding me for my work anyway. So, it's all good Nikki. I'm good. We're good." He put the bags down and let me go.

He started to tidy up the paints and brushes. My tears were falling seeing his paintings. They were all mine, my face, gestures, features, bits, and pieces of me, spread on each of the canvas beautifully.

I quickly wiped my tears, but they kept on falling. I couldn't believe I c