chapter 58

Elijah Smith...

I stood by the door of Ella's art studio with my right shoulder leaned against the doorframe.

Ella was so lost in her painting that she didn't realize I've been standing at her door for the last few minutes.

Ella was standing in front of her canvas near the door with a paint brush in her hand. She pressed the brush against the canvas, leaving a colorful stroke against the surface before she returned it in to her paint.

I looked at the canvas and tried to understand the meaning behind her painting.

There was a wild storm of colors splashed on her canvas, and different colored butterflies stretched over the different paints.

The butterflies were in different sizes, but each of them were captivating and unique in there own way.

I moved my eyes around the studio and saw two canvases leaned against the shelves next to each other.

One was one of the old paintings Elizabeth ruined and the other was a similar painting but new and unfinished.

I realized that Ella wanted t