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"Yes. " I could still hear Noah's voice echo all around me. " Those paintings, belonged to my mother."

He was nowhere near me anymore, but his last sentence stuck, like a leech latching onto it's host. I could still see his snug smile playing out over and over in my head. The expression he had on his face after dropping the bombshell was priceless, at least to him anyway.

"What?" I let out immediately. I wasn't sure I'd heard right so I needed to confirm. " What did you just say?"

"What do you think you heard?" Noah smiled, putting his hand into his pockets. "Come on, I'll give you a hint, if you're wrong."

"I heard you say.." I started slowly, the cogs in my head spelling out what I thought I heard. " I heard you say that the paintings in that hallway…."

"Belonged to my mother." Noah finished up for me. " You were asking me about my mother the other day right? Or probably was it about my parents …."

"Who are they?" I yelled, throwing my barrage of questions at him all at once. The m