Chapter 22 Moving Forward
- "My God Brenton, what did you do?" I was opening the door for him, as he was insisting on carrying our bags.
- His studio was all messed up. Canvases scattered here and there. Paints, brushes were everywhere. My goodness, he had a fallout too, it was all because of me. I looked at him, he just shrugged.
- I hugged him and rested my head on his chest. "I'm so sorry baby, I didn't know I hurt you too."