Chapter 68

While Alex and Kate were out, discussing, she slipped away. She wandered through the house and ended up in Alex’s studio. The mid-afternoon sun danced through the leaves of the umbrella tree outside, casting pirouetting shadows on the floor.

This was her first time entering the studio since she left and started living on her own. Everything had changed. Even the painting and decoration were renewed.

She thumbed through a stack of canvases leaning against the wall, scenes of wolves playing and singing and sleeping together, curled up in heaps, intertwining limbs and varicolored fur. Juxtaposed with these were pictures of wolves in city alleys, watching passersby, wolves allowing children to touch them while mothers looked the other way. Alex’s paintings, in many ways, reminded her of Da Vinci and Michelangelo.

When he did agree to sell one of his paintings a couple of years ago, it was the second style that earned him big money. The scenes are amazing. Enigmatic and