Chapter 50

Merrick went back the way he’d came, down the hallway toward the glow from an open doorway. He couldn’t face Wyatt and he wasn’t ready to show his bad mood to Grant, so he went past Thurman’s bedroom toward the inviting radiance at the end of the hall.22

Inside the room stood a sprawling collection of canvases on easels, like ballerinas lining up at the barre. While Merrick never had any interest in being an artist, that world fascinated him: the tools, the brushes, the tubes of paint, the canvases leaning against the wall.