Chapter 16: Rule #16: People Corrupt Power.

Beatrice.

Beau left me with a promise of a return, my thoughts had held me captivated, I had replayed conversations with my father, scenes of neglect, and what I had thought was love on loop in my brain I didn't even hear the door open up. I didn't notice that I was no longer alone.

"My mother Antonia was an artist." A deep soothing voice squeezed itself in between the mumbling of my thoughts. "She wasn't just any kind of artist; she would take things from nature and turn them into the most beautiful sculptures. My father was a city boy, he was born in Brooklyn, he didn't see the beauty in nature the way my mother did. She was a country girl at heart, born and raised in these woods, then moved to the city to be with my father.