Chapter forty two

“Heather? How… How long have you been standing there?" Levi questioned as he hung up his phone and walked up to her with wide eyes.

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously on him.

“I just came. Why are you acting so weird?" He heaved a sigh of relief then smiled at her.

“It's nothing. I was just talking to my brother and I said something embarrassing and was hoping you didn't hear that" He mentally gave himself a handshake for being able to think of a lie that fast and by the looks of it, Heather believed him.

“Oh I didn't hear anything. I was busy staring at the beautiful painting down the hall. I feel like it has a story behind it, right?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

“Show me?" She nodded and they walked out of the room and towards a huge painting plastered on the wall. It was kind of hard to miss and Levi understood how this painting was able to catch her whole attention.

“Oh this, it was painted by my mother. She poured her whole soul, pain and happi