Chapter 24

Holly stood there until Bryce's car disappeared from view, and even then, she stared straight at the curve where the car drove away. She couldn't clearly describe how she felt. It was an empty feeling mixed with hints of melancholy.

A breeze swept up the leaves on the ground, causing them to swirl around her feet. Holly stood there a little while longer before returning to her grandfather's house.

She got the keys and entered a room on the right side of the house. That was his art restoration studio and the place where Holly had spent most of her younger years.

The room remained how it looked all those years back. There were two large, red, solid wood tables in the middle of the room, and on them were fine paintbrushes, palette knives, cotton swabs, and an array of other restoration tools.

As the room hadn't been cleaned up in quite some time, a thin layer of dust had settled on the tables.

The thought of her deceased grandfather who'd passed away due to stomach cancer brought a