THE CARING MAN

"Yes, your paintings," Adam reiterated, his expression warm and inviting. "After you kicked my ass out of Robby’s house, I went to your parent’s house and found myself in that place where I first laid my eyes on you. I noticed you had left them behind. I thought it would be best to keep them safe for you. I know those are materials that never lose value.”

As Adam's words sank in, Ayana felt a wave of shock wash over her. She hadn't expected Adam to have kept her paintings safe, especially considering the tumultuous nature of their relationship and the pain she had caused him.

The realization hit her like a ton of bricks, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions within her. How could she have been so blind? So oblivious to Adam's kindness and compassion, even in the midst of her own turmoil?

Ayana couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that gnawed at her insides. She had treated him worse than garbage and had pushed him away time and time again, all in a misguided attempt to protect herself. A