“So, tell me about the painting,” Alexis said as they enjoyed a post-meal glass of wine.
They sat, facing each other on the sofa. Alexis looked over her shoulder to nod at the large painting dominating the far wall. The canvas was off-white. In the left corner, wiggling downward was what appeared to be musical stanzas that devolved into a chaotic, abstract mess of color and splatter. It was certainly not something she would associate with Caden given his usual organized, borderline obsessive-compulsive demeanor.
“That’s one of Lyra’s.”
“Lyra? Really?” Alexis said, suddenly eager to take a closer look.
She stood and circled the sofa to approach the work, studying each splatter and line. All the DaLair children were creative. Caden and Aria excelled in music, while Coda and Lyra gravita
