Ty led Azura out to the patio. She realized that this was the view she had seen in the paintings of scenery in the foyer. It was very breathtaking. There was an enormous lake and snow filled mountains in the distance. “Ty, who did the paintings in the other room?” she asked him curiously, as he began to light the fire pit that sat in the middle. He smiled, “The ones in the foyer? My mother did those. After my father passed she needed something to get her mind off of it. Then we realized she had a gift.” “Wow, that’s amazing. She really is talented. Do you mind me asking how…how your father died?” she asked hesitantly. He paused for a moment, staring into the fire before he answered, “I would love to tell you or even know for myself, but there is information my mother still withholds from m
