Chapter 124

The scene from several hundred meters away immediately zoomed in front of his very eyes. The lights in the living room were turned on. Sylvia could be seen sitting in front of a canvas placed in front of the French windows. She had paint all over her cheeks and on strands of her hair, but she remained completely unbothered. She held a paintbrush in one hand and was hard at work sketching something on the canvas. She did it with such intensity that it seemed like she would drill a hole into the canvas. Odell wore a dark look. Before the divorce, he had seen her paint several times. Those were the occasions when he got off work earlier than usual. He would return to the sight of her in plain clothes, with her hair tucked behind her ears and her face bare without makeup. She would sit on the lawn in the yard and draw with a fixed look. Twice, he had wanted to draw closer to observe her paintings, but she was very eager to please him and would immediately put her pa