Chapter 233

Chris's POV

I never would have thought that I was going to land in some art studio, let alone such a lively and eclectic one as this. On the walls were paintings in styles ranging from abstract to very hyper-realistic, while the fumes of paint and turpentine mixed into the atmosphere like an invitation, to invigorate and calm. I turned around, taking it in—sort of fish-out-of-water, strangely at-home.

She'd been distant since what happened with Miles. No way more before that, even. Somewhere she lost her balance, and I knew she needed space. Yet as much as I wanted to give it to her, I couldn't help but feel we needed to reattach, and that was why I had suggested that we should drop in on this art studio I'd heard about. It seemed like a perfect spot for her to rest and for us to hang out for some time.

"Chris, over here!" Megan hollered, her voice cutting through the hum of activity. She stood beside a tall artist, moody-looking, slapping paint ab