chapter 98

I stood in front of my canvas, absently dragging the paint brush across the surface of the white material. Elijah's voice constantly rang in my ears, reminding me that there was a doctor out there who thought I could possibly regain my voice.

Was it dumb of me to hold it off?

My fear of having to go through an examination only to be told that it was a mistake, and I would never be able to speak again, stopped me from making a decision now.

I slightly shook my head, not wanting to let the thought disturb me at the moment. All I wanted to do was sit in silence and let myself get lost in the different shades of paint colors.

"What are you thinking about that much?" Suzan Harber whispered as she leaned closer to me.

I moved my eyes to her before I shot her a soft smile.

"Nothing important." I signed.

I glanced at her canvas and smiled when I saw a field of bright colored flowers.

"What do you think?" She asked. "I might not be a professional like you, but I think I did pretty good." She a