Chapter 38

August?Those damned invisible icicles returned to prickle my spine. I couldn’t stop the fresh wave of shivers from wracking my body.

“What’s wrong, Matthew?”

“Have you been painting these ‘trios’ ever since this date?”

“And with always the same man with us each time. Why do you ask?”

A thought leapt into my mind, although nondescript, like a light you might see out of your peripheral vision, yet when you turn your head to actually view it, it disappears. I attempted to snatch the fleeting notion before it could fully escape. “You said you began all of these paintings—that you started seeing me in your mind—about seven years ago, right? Just after you moved into town?”

“My first night in this very penthouse.”

“And you started adding this other man into the paintings only since last August?”

“Again, correct. But what—”

“Damn it, Sky! This might be part of the answer.”

“Answer to what? Matthew, what are you thinking?”