Choice Made… I 63A

The cold empty room Sawyer kept coming back to was torture for him. The bare mattress, the closed wardrobe, the drawings and paintings handling on the walls that showed the vast difference in her beautiful art works. She was so good and was getting even better, she was going to get so much better. Unlike her meat head brothers and sister and their sports, she used her hands and her mind to create a beautiful painting of a tidal wave that always took his breath away, making him think it would crash in and consume him. Much like this room right now. Peggy’s empty room.