I excuse myself to go and see if Lilah is ok and see if she needs any help with her bags. Leaving the guys chatting to her parents about how well she is doing at the business, which by the sounds of it they love to hear how amazing she is and they tell how she had implemented a few changes at the offices at the pack here too when working for them.
I can see she is upset, struggling with what she has had to tell her family but I know it can’t have been easy. Yet she declines my offer for help but I don't want to leave her, so I plan to sit and keep her company, I look around the room for a seat, when I notice her art easel and stool....
wait..... that painting.... I cross the room.... "Lilah?" I turn to look at her.
She looks at me almost anxiously..... the large canvas in front of me
