Heartsong (Logan 2)

I couldn't help feeling we had grown closer

because of this project and I hated to do anything that

might threaten our relationship. Little betrayals,

indiscretions, and lies eventually tore down a

foundation of love and friendship, I thought. I had

enough evidence of that, and now, because of how

things were going between us, I regretted permitting

Cary to take off the lock on Kenneth's storage room so

that we could invade his private and secret cache of

paintings, even if they were paintings of my mother

and stirred more mystery.

I continued to clean and organize the studio, but

my attention kept returning to the drawing table. What

harm would one peek do? I thought. Surely, if

Kenneth really wanted me not to look, he would have

said something. I listened for him, heard nothing, and

returned to the drawing table. Slowly, I lifted the sheet

and gazed at the first drawing.

There was far more detail in my face than I had

anticipated. This was more than a sketch, but the face

I saw on the paper looked more like my mother's face

than it did mine. At least, I thought it did, and that

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sp; caused me to drop the sheet quickly when I heard

Kenneth's footsteps. He entered just as I moved away. His eyes shifted from the table to me and then back to

the table.

"Well," he said, crossing the studio, "you've got

this place looking proper again. Makes me feel guilty

every time I mess it up," he said with a smile. He

paused at the table and lifted the sheet. "What do you