Ch.42

Vanora led me up the stairs and down a long corridor. She turned right and walked us to the end of the hall. There was a door with a large carving of the tree of life in the center. Above that carving was another carving, a name, Artemis.

"This is– was, your father's room" The word stung her to say.

She opened the door revealing a quaint room. It wasn't very large, but the space was fully used. In the center was his queen sized bed, with white satin sheets. In the back right corner was an easel with dried paint. Beside it a small table full of art supplies just thrown about.

In the upper right corner of the room, were closet doors. I opened them inspecting the contents of his young adult wardrobe. There were jeans, band t shirts, a nice leather jacket on one side of the closet. It was funny how similar our styles are at this age. On the other side were slacks, and dress shirts along with a couple of tunics. It was like he lived two separate lives.

To the left of the room was a desk