Chapter 241

Max's POV

The colors buzzed and turned with the chatter of brushes rattling in tins and relaxed whispers that echoed around the small art studio. I just stared at the easel in front of me; Megan ambled around the space, her eyes tracking every irregularity lodged in the rebellious, bright, bold colors of the artworks covering each surrounding wall. The studio was now her sanctuary from the turmoil that pursued her like a shadow.

Megan turned my roller coaster world, spinning madly out of control, into a place of unexpected serenity. I'd been working at a feverish pace, trying to seize some part of her that could not be expressed in words, each stroke of the brush a manner in which to channel the multiple package of emotions pouring furiously out of her—ly difficult to handle.

"Megan," I called across the hum of the studio, "I'm glad you came back. I think we need to talk."

She looked up from a broad, dark stroke of lines in the canvas paintin