His heart pounded in his chest as he reached for a journal and pulled it off the shelf. His Adam’s apple rose and fell as he rubbed a hand over its cover. He didn’t want to break her trust, but hell, he’d already done that.
Standing with the journal in his hands, he closed his eyes and listened to their silent voices filling the space. He could see Ben at his drawing board and Mindi at the easel. But just as clearly, he could see them painting and drawing while he worked at his desk, firelight dancing off wooden rafters, snowflakes falling from the sky.
Opening his eyes, he heaved a heavy breath and returned the unopened journal to the shelf, then strode to the archway and turned to take one last look at the room — at the space that showed so much of Mindi’s character, yet lead to so many questions.
He turned off the lights and walked out of the room, wanting to know more about her than when he walked in.
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